Long hours spent alone in the studio can often result in complex internal monologues or lead to interesting observations. Sometimes it results in burning questions shoving me down a rabbit hole of experimentations. And other times it is a profound feeling of gratitude for getting to play all day in clay and call it work.

Musings, in essence, are just a snapshot of reflections from the studio. An attempt to keep a personal record of the wild and the mundane and everything in between that I might experience during the course of my day in the studio while my hands are covered in clay.