I've been moving for two months. First it was my studio in June. July was moving out of my house. An old 100 year old farmhouse in the mountains where 3.5 years ago I moved to and set up my first clay studio. Last week I finalized things at that old house on Bad Creek. I scrubbed the walls down where clay had splattered all over them, hauled off loads of pots and other various collectibles that potters tend to hoard. I couldn't help but feel very sentimental about leaving the place. I was so immersed and connected to the life and energy around it. It was such a leap for me to start that studio all by myself and continue in it making and selling pots. So as I was cleaning, I kept thinking of how I was erasing the traces of the potter being there. Are there still traces? Could I really get rid of all of them? Between clay smudges, pottery wads, old conepacks and pottery shards, shouldn't be there some potter's mark left behind to show of my 3.5 years there?
As I move on to new experiences, I know I am shaped by these three years I had to myself where I could completely concentrate and throw all of my energies into my work. I will take those memories and traces with me.
I'm headed to Maine next week for a residency at
Watershed with Sequoia Miller. I was just catching up on a post he wrote on his
blog, because he too, is moving. It was interesting to hear some of those same reflections from him that I have been thinking. It'll be nice to meet him.
I'm so excited to leave and visit a new place for a bit to freshen up my perspective. Then when I return I am in a new home with a new studio and full of inspirations and new marks for this potter to make!