Hands fascinate me. I find myself drawn first to someone's eyes and then their hands. I watched a potter demonstrate his craft, his hands alternately gentle or firm on the clay, molding it .. making it come alive. Watching him, the clay almost seemed to breathe.
"Have you tried this?" he asked. "Yes," I told him, "long ago and I liked it very much." "Why did you stop?" "I liked the feel of the clay, making it rise or fall, expand or not. But I could never center it.. not even once." Working on a wheel, he told me, is as much physics as it is art. "Here... like this. If you make it deliberately off center first, it strives nearly on its own to be centered."
Somehow it made me think he was talking about more than clay.

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