Because it’s a symbol of having time, when I have no time.
Because creating for the sake of creating seems to be what we were made for.
Because drawing from the dust of the earth and turning it into life is a reversal of death.
Because mistakes in clay can be smoothed over, whereas mistakes with people leave crevices.
Because it means solitude and window-gazing, but you could still call it work.
Because it is not work, it is play.
Because when throwing clay hard on the wheel, you can imagine it is someone’s head.
Because you can line up your efforts all around you – visible and tangible.
Because maybe, one day, Patrick Swayze will want to join in.