My jaw is tight all the time i think. not from anger exactly, more like… bracing. bracing for what? i don't even know. maybe for the next pot that cracks in the kiln, for the glaze to run, for the gallery to call and tell me nobody buys anything anymore. isn't that what i'm supposed to do just… keep making anyway? but when the work pulls me under it's a different bracing, that's a different thing. it's like the clay is holding me together, a little crust of it under my nails always, a reminder that i made something even if i can't remember what it was.