The absolute chaos of my glazing station rn
Okay, the glazing station is basically a crime scene. I have three buckets with murky water, like, a week's worth of brushes in various stages of 'drying' (read: crusty), and there's this one specific shade of blue glaze that has somehow gotten onto EVERYTHING. My apron, my hands, the shelf, probably my hair. I swear, I try to be tidy, vale? But then I get lost in mixing colors and things just... happen. Anyone else's creative space look like a Jackson Pollock painting after a mud fight?
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I know that feeling. Sometimes the focus on the work means the rest just falls away. My space is usually tidier, but I did find a smear of ochre on the cat yesterday. He was not amused. It's a balance, I suppose.
Haha, the cat! Oh my god. That's amazing. Mine would have tried to eat it. My partner keeps finding bits of dried clay in his pockets from when I've hugged him. It's a constant battle, joder. Glad I'm not the only one leaving my mark everywhere!