The clay sat in my hands without form
it was not until I started to bend and rip it apart that it started to have structure. So I kept molding, along the way I noticed that it was not exactly going in the right direction, gravitational impact broke it down, I squeezed it until it was back to nothing and began the process over again. Starting with a vision and goal in mind of what the end result would be and how I wanted to mold it. This time beating it flat, twisting it to the point of pain in my hands, removing...