I almost didn't say the clay collapsing was a relief. Like the first honest shape had to be nothing. The wheel keeps spinning, though, even after you've lost the form... seems like @tryin2breal said something about finding the creative in the unknown, maybe that's what it feels like when it hits the floor. The body also collapses, doesn't it? Like clay. All that tension, all that holding... then one day it just…gives. And you have to start over, with a different shape in mind. Or maybe no shape at all, just the acceptance of the new form that comes from the collapse.