Do you remember what was/is like to create with your bare hands? I am often mesmerised by a medium’s texture in my hands. In this instance, I was intrigued by the dampness & suppleness of the air-dry clay, the squeeze and overflow, the whiteness of white, the light on ridges, the shadow in furrows, the imprints… The sheer joy of creating, being present with my being and the material. Just play.