When we think of why we love the ones and things we do, it’s often for their little quirks, like the way someone loves to sing in the shower even though the acoustics may resemble a cat dying. For me, as much as I hate it! the way my little brother gets so much joy from scaring the life out of me as he jumps out from behind a door screaming boooo is just one of the ways he melts my heart. And yet, he worries as most of us do, that he must have the best grades and be fit with a six pack to be loved.
But the truth is, we don’t love each other for our pearly perfectly white teeth, or pimple free skin, yet we often judge ourselves as if criterias like that are the basis of what makes us loveable.
Much of the work i’ve been doing has been to embrace that bucked teeth big nose part of ourselves through making wonky little pot heads. It’s always the ones that have no plan I end up loving the most. I begin by making a very “crappy” pot, letting it be off centred and un-even causing it to collapse on itself. I then look at the folds within the pot and I see a face within this mound of mud and let that come to life. In doing so, it’s like also bringing to life that part of you, that little bit of freak!
There is a little bit of Gladys in me, the librarian with a closet gambling addiction (pictured on the right), and a little bit of Kurtis (pictured on the left), the mama’s boy with bad breath and a good heart. Perhaps there is in you too. And perhaps there’s someone else, waiting for you to help them come alive out of the mud.