clay

- learning gentleness and patience

- clay contains memory

- pressure like how the body stores trauma, a massage, an act of love through touch empathy

- like how hairdressers get hair behind their eyeballs, hair gets stuck into clay

- pull from surfaces, uprooted skin of cardboard, tissues

- deep compression

- rolling under my palms

- fragile, learn to love and how to build and destroy without making a sound

- white imprints, blemishes, absorbs the history of all that is around it

- does, frozen in beauty

- clay demands my attention, once I begin, I have to constantly care for it and add moisture or else if will dry up and become uncooperative. It sticks to my palms when my palms are too dirty with clay. The smell is so strong that I'm still think about clay when I eat

-clay slows down my brain, a bigger time lag of think and do compared to painting, things are therefore more intentional

- clay allows impulses to cement, small desires are leads to big subconscious feelings and preferences

- an act of self-learning