I have loved motion for quite some time now. I am drawn to it. It is in me and I have to express it. It captured my attention for hours at the age of four after spending $3 on a motor at the local surplus store. Middle school was my first time trying out the potters wheel.
I made a mess, fearlessly getting to know clay. I loved it. I loved it so much that I would spend as much time as possible at the wheel. Maybe you could call it practice, but it didn’t feel like that.
There is a flow to it where everything else goes away. It can be compared to gracefully taking a turn at a high speed or what it must feel like to be a bird in flight. The balance of grace, strength, acceptance and control. Beauty can be found in the simple, and simply put, I love things that spin.