Leftover scraps from here
and then,
dried up casting slip from those bowls
two years ago.
Bits saved from the bin
this precious muck has been lying in wait
in a selvaged bucket from the local grocer.
I scoop it out onto the batts,
plaster wicking away the liquid overnight.
Press it to test
- is it ready?
My finger just clean
the clay still soft, takes its
touch.
Peel it off the plaster,
roll up and cut and then slap back together and again,
and again.
Then start to knead
and cut
count and lose count
start again,
until it becomes a homogeneous new body full of potential.