Making Light and Light Making

I opened my studio at home yesterday, the clay studio, the one where the gentle love of the creative act allows me the joy of making without the deep mining soul rededication of making art.  Much like gardening, making pots is working with dirt and being dirty allows for no pretense, you’re just dirty.  But the work is ordained, sacred in that the dirt can grow a tomato or immerse itself is white heat to make red as beautiful as that of the tomato.  I often think of it like God making butterfly wings, it's not making light but it is light making.  

A student of mine, Riley Strong, took this picture
of a pear on a plate of mine.  God is so very, very good.