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 precision

Until 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,

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Written in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia 🇲🇾

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