I came to this from a different world. Twenty years of building companies and your line about surrendering to the clay is the truest thing I have read about them in a while. I started every business intent on getting it right the first time. The good years only began when I learned to ask what shape wanted to come through. The plan was never the boss. The clay was.
YES! For me, this is the most powerful lesson: to surrender and let things flow. To accept that mess and mistakes are part of the journey in order for the true form to take shape. No matter what it is, be it clay or a business or a poem or novel. I'm so glad this resonated with you! 😊🙏✨
I loved the connection between the clay body, underglaze, sgraffito, and your experience as a colonized Asian-American! Brilliant. So brilliant I almost want to copy it 😂
I'm a Chinese adoptee, raised by a white woman. The humbling hobby of pottery has been amazing for my mental health, in more ways than one. It's great to meet someone else who has healed through clay. Lots of love!
Omg Rose! I'm so glad you feel this way and understand the connections I was making here. Thank you thank you!! It is an honor to be seen and acknowledged in such a way. 💕🥹
And yes to clay and pottery as a healing (and humbling!) practice. If you ever want to swap pottery hacks (or disasters! haha), let me know! I'd love to connect, especially with another person who identifies as AAPI - I don't know many of us in the pottery making space. 🙏✨ DM me on IG @leslieannhobayan 😊
Thank you! Pottery really takes you in — it’s kinda hard NOT to be physically all-in engaged with it. And so, the writing naturally follows suit. I’m glad you could feel it in some way. :)
I came to this from a different world. Twenty years of building companies and your line about surrendering to the clay is the truest thing I have read about them in a while. I started every business intent on getting it right the first time. The good years only began when I learned to ask what shape wanted to come through. The plan was never the boss. The clay was.
YES! For me, this is the most powerful lesson: to surrender and let things flow. To accept that mess and mistakes are part of the journey in order for the true form to take shape. No matter what it is, be it clay or a business or a poem or novel. I'm so glad this resonated with you! 😊🙏✨
I loved the connection between the clay body, underglaze, sgraffito, and your experience as a colonized Asian-American! Brilliant. So brilliant I almost want to copy it 😂
I'm a Chinese adoptee, raised by a white woman. The humbling hobby of pottery has been amazing for my mental health, in more ways than one. It's great to meet someone else who has healed through clay. Lots of love!
Omg Rose! I'm so glad you feel this way and understand the connections I was making here. Thank you thank you!! It is an honor to be seen and acknowledged in such a way. 💕🥹
And yes to clay and pottery as a healing (and humbling!) practice. If you ever want to swap pottery hacks (or disasters! haha), let me know! I'd love to connect, especially with another person who identifies as AAPI - I don't know many of us in the pottery making space. 🙏✨ DM me on IG @leslieannhobayan 😊
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this ❤️
Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to show appreciation. 🙏🥰
This is absolutely beautiful, both the essay and the pottery.
Aw, thank you for seeing what I've tried to convey and create. 🙏💕✨
Excellent essay. I especially appreciated how visual and visceral it was. Brava!
Thank you! Pottery really takes you in — it’s kinda hard NOT to be physically all-in engaged with it. And so, the writing naturally follows suit. I’m glad you could feel it in some way. :)