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Because I Always Listen to My Muse

I am not a great artist, but mine is an artist’s soul. I firmly believe that writing fiction, poetry, and many forms of nonfiction are art. I love to write. It’s what I was born to do. However, I also love to express myself in other ways. I love painting, wood working, and taking interesting photos.

A couple days ago, I woke up with an uncanny urge to sculpt. I don’t have time for such a thing right now, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. I was driven to go in search of clay. I had none. I didn’t even have so much as an egg of Silly Putty.

I visited my local arts and crafts store the next day. I searched and searched. I finally found a Crayola display which included a few different colors of interesting looking clay. I’m no expert and I haven’t sculpted in many years, but I thought there were different kinds of clay. I sure didn’t remember it being in neon colors.

I read the instructions on the Crayola clay and saw that it was air-dry clay. That’s not a bad thing since I don’t own a kiln, but I had envisioned baking my creation to assure its longevity. Way back when I was little and attending art class in school, the clay we used needed to be sclupted, fired in a kiln, glazed, and fired again.

I ultimately decided to give the Crayola clay a try since the only other thing I could find was Play-doh. I took my purchase up to the register where the cashier asked if I found everything. I told her I had to look really hard for the clay but eventually found it.

She looked at me funny and said, “Did you see the grown-up clay in aisle 11?”

I explained that I didn’t see the any other kind of clay. She called an employee over and asked him to show to the grown-up clay aisle. It was on the bottom and next to bottom shelves, which is why I didn’t see it. The nice man explained there were two kinds, air-dry and bake.

It was about that time when I realized I didn’t know which one I wanted. I read every package to try to determine what would be best. I ended up buying a few different packages. I bought five pounds of Amaco white air-dry modeling clay, an eight-ounce brick of Premo Sculpey white oven-bake clay, and one box of Crayola Model Magic air-dry clay in three neon colors. I couldn’t help it. Who can can turn down pink, yellow, and green in the same box?

It turns out that choosing my clay was the easy part. All I need is clay if I’m going to make a pot or cup, but I wanted to make an animal and maybe a flower or two, which meant I needed tools, too. As I mentioned before, it’s been a really long time since I scuplted antyhing. Any tools I once had are long gone.

I was astounded by the array of tools avaialable. I couldn’t just buy one, right? So, I bought a pack of pottery tools that contains all sorts of things including a potter’s needle, which is something I’ve never used before. I also bought assorted gems, googly eyes, and a small package of pottery knives. I wasn’t done yet. I bought some acrylic paint and gloss glaze, too.

I don’t want to think about how much money I spent on this bit of inspiration, but I’ve learned a few things in my life. Among them, I’ve learned to pay attention to my instincts and always listen to my muse when she speaks.

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