I thought I had delicate articulate hands and fingers.
After all, I have been cultivating this sensitivity for years.
I naturally thought:
of course my hands are sensitive
of course I can touch with nuance and precision
Until I tried Pottery.
The clay revealed to me with no room for ambiguity the reality.
It became the exact image of how articulate my hands really are.
I no longer needed to swear by it, I just had to observe how much meaning I could mold into the form.
The more articulate my hands became, the more meaning I could reveal in the clay.
I realized I am not able to fairly judge the level of my skill. But once I observed my clay work, my skill became evident.
The form, the clay, revealed to me the reality of how articulate I am.
It revealed the distortions of my own perceptions.
It made me face the matter-of-fact.
Thank you for reading,
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Written in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia 🇲🇾