Pottery 🏺

I thought I had delicate articulate hands and fingers.After all, I have been cultivating this sensitivity for years.I naturally thought: * of course my hands are sensitive * of course I can touch with nuance and precisionUntil I tried Pottery. The clay revealed to me with no room for ambiguity the reality. It became the exact image of how articulate my hands really are. I no longer needed to swear by it, I just had to observe how much meaning I could mold into the form.The more articulate my hands became, the more meaning I could reveal in the clay.I realized I am not able to fairly judge the level of my skill. But once I observed my clay work, my skill became evident.The form, the clay, revealed to me the reality of how articulate I am.It revealed the distortions of my own perceptions.It made me face the matter-of-fact.Thank you for reading,🟣✨🟡 Written in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia 🇲🇾 Get full access to 🟣 xōē 🟡 - The Art of Freedom at xsaamiir.xyz/subscribe