Ceramic Studio

Before Ed died, I had been invited to have a Three Generation Art Show with my son and grandson in Delaware.   As I prepared for the show, Ed would kibitz with me from the hammock or rocker near the potter's wheel, and it was so companionable and comforting that after he died I loved to go to the studio to work, for I felt very strongly his presence there.

As I centered the clay, I felt a centering of myself, a resurgence of creativity. Art is indeed healing.  It was the key to my recovery, for whether it was clay or paints or needlework or gardening, it was activity that made me come to life again.  It gave me a sense of worth, of being a contributor, of being in touch with my inner self.  The show in Delaware connected me to artists there, and the artist's world began to fill the void left by Ed's death.