Last night I had a dream. In my dream I found myself with a statement that expresses the continuum between art forms.

The sculptures I create of clay are three dimensional paintings as paintings of oil are two dimensional sculptures.

Ive been trying and trying to write about all the animals I gently pull forth from my clay.

Yes, The Clay! I call It My Clay! Knowing though that millions of people all over the world enjoy this clay I call mine.

Thats how it is! The canvas and oils become very personal for the painter. The brushes too. Favorites. Same with me. Favorite tools. Favorite board. Colors I like. Certain tensile strength for the clay for each animal. Stiffer for some, softer for others.

Could it be I need to write about them all at the same time?

I love order. So the sense of having a page for each animal appealed to me. First an egg of clay, then the text and then the finished animal that had hatched from the egg. Same format for all of them. But that isnt how it is.