Stuck in an eye

Who am eye?
And why am eye here?
Stuck in an I,  eye wait in silence,   shouting between the marks that cover emptiness. 
Eye see you everywhere and in everything. 
Do you see my face everywhere as well?

Tea for two

Where will my dreams lead me?
Cartoon kisses distract my hurting heart. 
2 pieces of clay made from one source,  one set of hands,  one burning fire,  and now set to the task of waiting to be set on a table. 

Packed away,  sleeping cups wait,
What awaits us when we sleep?

Layers of importance

I really appreciate the opportunity to witness the way in which color changes over time.  It's a great reminder of the temporary nature of everything.  This moment is so precious and without witnessing loss it's so easy to forget how beautiful it is. In the moments where these images are being created, I'm amazed and thrilled by what emerges from the shapes that are created. 
As much as I originally was trying to keep myself removed from the work that I felt was coming through me,  I realized that is impossible.  In recognizing the personal mark that the work has left on me, I feel like I am admitting the unifying similarly between us all.