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"Creation is not accomplished by intellect.
Creation arises from the play instinct.
Driven by inner necessity, the creative mind
then plays with the dreams and objects it loves."
 C.G. Jung
Remember what it feels like to squish
mud between your toes?
Pack mud pies... or dig
in the warm sand at the beach?
It is this feeling I have when
my hands are in wet clay.
It is the source of creativity for me.
The dialog begins
between me and the clay.
Forms emerge. Ideas arise.
I've always loved playing with clay.
In Senriyama, the town where I grew up,
my brother, Jimmy and I would pull
the red wagon up the road to an
exposed cliff of clay. We would dig it out,
load the wagon full, and pull it
down the hill home. I remember making
a couple of tiny vessels and one little
crude box. Then we left them out
to dry hard in the sun. With home school
finished by noon, Jimmy and I had
lots of time to play in the backyard,
digging tunnels, cooking seeds
and sticks over fires. Sometimes
I think I'm doing the same thing still.
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