Playing with Earth at Clay Ave

When I was a kid, my favorite play thing was clay dough. I created tiny humans, houses, new clay mixtures which, much to my own detriment, became moldings of different unattractive colors. Despite this, I loved forming creations out of clay.

When I was in college, we read this essay on pottery and clay making for an Art Appreciation class. The darnedest thing, I forgot the author and the title of the essay. But I appreciated the writing and the content. "Pottery is the most natural art form. The potter's hands, the clay/mud and nothing else in between."

Needless to say, it served as my initial inspiration for wanting to try pottery. Aside from the fact that I'm a little piggy who likes to play with mud.

Before I Left Norway, May 2013

The day was Tuesday. It was before I'd be leaving Norway to go to India. I joined my sister's classes that day. The trek going to the school was absolutely horrible. I forgot how many kilometers we walked but the cold was radiating down to my bones.

I've never really been the model student. Sleeping in class, eating in class, finding humor in the most mundane classroom... things.

After the class, we strolled around. The mall, the park, and some of the stores there.