"The thing I love about working with clay. It doesn't matter. You throw it and start again, you make a new shape, every time you start something new. It's not at all like painting, where false marks and mistakes remain. Even after you scrub the paint and start over, the lost images remain like a ghost. Clay, once you've made the new form, the old one is obliterated! Even if you wanted it back, you couldn't. No point searching for it. So you have to learn to go forward, to let go of what went before. The past."
Excerpt from Paula Hawkins book
