Spooky little mask project

The feeling of a mid-life crisis has passed.  A new plan is in the works.  Hopefully, involving a clay studio.  It has been ten years since I have worked in clay.  But I know it's still there inside me...it's in the tips of my fingers just waiting to come out.  My super awesome sister-in-law has a wheel she is letting me use.  We are working on a kiln and studio space.  This is the first time it actually feels like a reality.  Already thinking about my favorite combination...porcelain and raku.

This is week three of what I call solitude.  The hubby is on deadline.  He leaves about 6:30am and resurfaces around 10/11pm.  I could literally go all day with out seeing another human being above the age of 8.  The thing about solitude is I dig it.  I love being alone.  I am weird that way.  This is how I know I am meant to be living on a secluded piece of land in Vermont with my art and a farm.  The longer you are alone the easier it gets.  Maybe its easy for me to think because it is not forever.