There is something almost primal about creating with clay. Maybe it touches my inner child’s desire to play with dirt. I find it to be very relaxing, almost meditative. Being able to take a blob of dirt, mix in some water and manipulate it into an altered state of visually appealing and often usable art is simply put, really freakin’ cool. Give me a potter’s wheel, a stool and some clay in an outdoor setting on a cool, cloudy day and I’m all kinds of good.