Sometimes it’s a sculpture–and that’s freedom. Freedom to make something that meets only my aesthetic requirements. Freedom to explore an idea and change my mind and to respond to the thing I’m making. Freedom to follow the process, see where it takes me and feel the joy. Sometimes it’s a useful object–and that’s love. To make and object for someone else–a cup, a bowl, a plate–is to give them pleasure in eating, and happiness and love along with their food. A useful object has to meet a lot of given requirements; it has to be[…]
