75: To Boldly Go

My cuts and impressions on these clay pieces are becoming deeper, bolder, and more intentional. Mountains, rivers, emotional images of my encounters of God in nature burn within me, and find their way out as lines and cuts into the pliable clay bodies.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

I cut away my worries, cleansing my spirit with each rhythmic stroke. I lose track of time.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

And then it is done!

Now to see if my pieces will withstand their impending baptism of fire.




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