Sometimes I miss my mind
Today I had a good day in the studio without my mind. Sometimes I miss my mind but not today. My morning starts with a ride on my bike. I was itching to get back to the studio and so I peddled the 30K harder and faster. The ride has become like morning coffee. I don't feel up to the studio without the ride. I got back to the studio and forgot to take my mind with me. I had some weird shit I wanted to do. I really don't have a line up of galleries or people crying out for my work so WTF do what ya want. I didn't become a potter to do the same ole stuff day in and day out. I have paid all my bills for the past 40 years with these hands or my ramblings about clay. Everything around me I owe to clay. Thank you clay you have been so good to me. Being weird fights off the low feeling of not doing what I have built as a career. This winter looks like I won't be able to escape the loneliness of the basement studio and head off to see friends in the Deep South or maybe Italy or Portugal. So this year I'm centering on good health and some soul searching. Yesterday was an anniversary. It has been 6 years since I bought the Cactus Lounge and established my home. It has been a home and not a house. Everyone is welcome here! So yesterday inspired today's celebration of loosing my mind. It was wonderful! Today I thought about Chad Brown in NC. I laughed my ass off one day at Kagel's Hamburger Joint listening to Chad talk about city boys. What country boy would put on tight pants and run down the road after a hard days work? What country boy would run thru a mud puddle? A country boy would run around the dang mud puddle. Today I had on my tight merino wool tights, my padded shorts( that feel like you're wearing a diaper), a merino wool t and biker shirt, the shoes that clip into your pedals, a helmet and a light flashing on the back of my ride. Chad would be embarassed of me. I would have never thought I'd be doing this. Life changes. Here is some of the things I did when my mind left me. I did a couple of jugs just to come back to earth.