Therapy

I really must admit just how therapeutic it is for me to do something artistic. I went down to the “Kilnary” on 14^th Street tonight to start painting a ceramic mug for a friend. I’ve been down there a few times before. You buy a piece to paint & pick out your paints & then you paint it up however you want & then they fire & glaze it for you. I’ve done two pieces so far, a plate & a vase for my mom. This one will be my third.

But yeah, after the mood I’ve been in & the frustrations & sadness of the day, it was amazing to me just how good it felt to sit there & mess around with the paints & take the steps to try to bring the image in my head to life on the ‘canvas’ of a ceramic mug… It was refreshing, regenerating, life-giving activity. The sense of hopelessness, the feelings of being drained of energy, all of it just washed away & were forgotten in the middle of the creative process….

....will definitely have to do more of this (and hey, since I was the only guy in the whole place, maybe it’s a good place to meet women, too (though I’m all introverted & just stick to myself, so that probably won’t work either)).

Pictures of my Mom's vase: