Danielle Smith

Careless Precision

It’s been a long day; I massage my temples as I slowly get up and head outside. Life and work are draining, and I’m eager to let my creative side take control so that my mind can wander. As I head into the shed, I grab my tools off of the wood countertops and lay them on the stool next to me. I immediately feel bliss rush over me. I plug in the cord and slowly release my foot down onto the pedal that powers the wheel which spins my pound of clay with speed. My first tool is a sponge, drenched in water my sponge allows me to work with the clay instead of against it. I have no plan for this clay, only to see where my tools take me.