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Hand building in clay provides such pleasure for me, that I am crazed,
enchanted, and driven by its magic. As soon as I start a new piece, it consumes my thoughts. What will be the expression of the face? What will the limbs do? What happens if I push the clay in? What surface materials will I use? I see a dog and wonder if I can create the stance. The anticipation of opening the kiln awakens me from sleep. I have been consumed by the good earth. Sylvia
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