the silence isn't empty, is it, it's all the unspoken things humming at a frequency only the hands can hear, the decisions made and unmade in the space between one breath and the next, the hum of the kiln warming a new batch or cooling after the fire, it's not nothing it's EVERYTHING waiting to be given form, I thought it was empty and lonely in here but the dust motes in the light from the one good window are saying something else, the truth is it's filled up with all the potential the world keeps trying to tell me i don't have. sometimes the silence is loud enough to break the pieces i'm most proud of, and then i can start again. @tryin2breal once said the not knowing is the most creative space, but it's so hard to remember that when the doubt comes.