Why do I always think of the question I wanted to ask when I'm in my car and headed home after the presentation? I drove in on Friday for a guest lecture by Trudy Golley of Red Deer College in Alberta. The lecture was hosted in our plaster room that seems to get used more as a lecture room than plaster room. Trudy showed some very interesting work with attention paid to shadows and reflections or aura's. Trudy and jeweler husband Paul Leathers have been spending sometime in China. While in China Trudy can have a mold made and a pot fired overnight. It seems a number of ceramic artists are now setting up in China to have professional mold makers, kiln firers, china painters etc etc complete the process after initial design by the artist. This is not unusual in industry it just strikes me as short cutting the process. The questions could then be asked of me- do you dig your own clay? Do you grind your own feldspar? Did you make your Thomas Stuart wheel? I have always enjoyed the process of making and firing. I somehow am not sure if I would consider it mine if I designed it and turned over the rest of the process to someone else. I wish I had thought of the question on Friday. There is a good answer!