This is the creek that runs behind my house. Winter is here and everything is in its place. All is heavy and silent, except for the sound of flowing water. Nothing is stagnant, everything is in movement from within. That's exactly how I feel about my work these days. It is stirring my mind, my emotions and my results to fire at cone 9-10. I am glad to be surrounded by such beauty that is strong enough to calm me and help me contain the fire within.
My winters are never cold.
(I am SO ready for a woodkiln!)