my youngest son has golden skin and hands that like to slip into mine and hang on,
and gentle fingers with small children and animals,
and he likes to squeeze and mold the clay on the wheel,
we have many, many bowls that he has made...
and his sisters too,
i keep things in them, feed the dogs with them, eat cereal and salad out of them and watch them stack up, wondering sometimes what to do with them all and so grateful to have to try and figure that out.
Monday, June 30, 2008
his hands
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8 comments:
What a fantastic photo! Such strength in those gentle fingers.
makes me so wistful, I loved my pottery classes, I was able to totally let the world fall away. I also miss having the kids around holding my hand and creating wonderful things I need to figure out what to do with :)
AND this is a great image too!
Great photo, and wonderful Mama.
Great shot. And how cool that he has such skill and is so creative.
I love this photo!
Someday, you'll have to post a photo of some of his finished work. :-D
A.
yay, ceramics! i love watching pom work the clay. i love working clay, too, but she's much more poetic and capable about it than i am.
i believe hands are as much windows to the soul as eyes are. somehow.
Such riches! Wonderful capture here.
oh i totally absolutely love this one. It's one thing to appreciate a work of art..and another to see t being created. I would love to learn to do it some day.............
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