This Year is New.

Something’s different. Maybe the new year did change something for me…

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(The photo is just a few of my newest ideas in the green raw clay state)

Usually the new year comes, and I’m the skeptic who says that it’s nothing but a change of calendars… writing down a new date. For the last few years, I’ve just been annoyed with the idea of New Years Resolutions. Somehow, I feel like this year is giving me a chance to start over new and leave the darkness of last year behind. Will the feeling last?

I’m still tied up in the confusion that is my previous housing contract, which puts a little tension on my mind. Otherwise, life isn’t bad. I have new friends, a new class, and I am getting enough sleep. Sleep makes a huge difference. It’s crazy to think about the way I was living last semester compared to now. There will always be a roommate to drive me crazy, but as long as the roommate doesn’t have 6 legs and pincers, I’m at peace.

It’s Arts Week on campus, and my work is displayed in 3 different locations: behind a glass case window by a concert hall, in a small display case in the hallway of the art building, and I have two pieces in the gallery right now.

Scarlet Cup Sculpture

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About clayhead33

I am a potter-- I love to draw, play guitar, cook yummy food... and just have fun in general. I love to make a difference with my work, even something as small as inspiring a fellow artist :)
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