Ah, a wordy and insightful quotation from a laconic Vermonter!
From the pile of dried-out earthenware that I bludgeoned into smithereens, to this shapely coil pot, there has been growth. And there has been work. And it's not over yet. Many hours of clay prep, coiling, paddling, pinching and forming. The form is still incomplete. She needs fingers and toes, and she will hold the moon.
Then comes the firing and coloring.
I LOVE THIS PROCESS, and the end results as well.
She reclines, like the cliffs from which her image was taken.