Opening Day

Felt.....brings me joy.  The laying out, massaging the fibers and rolling.  Can't forget the rhythmic act of back and forth.  Then comes the joy of throwing the piece.  Smash, against the inside of my over-sized sink, over and over again, shrinking those fibers as they grab each other in a panic.  Ok, so fibers don't really panic but it's an image in my head.....

So here's a photo of yesterday's work, that thanks to my dh has already been captured on film.