When you cut the wire between your mind (give it rest) and your legs (let them work and make decisions), you may unexpectedly find yourself in a unique secluded place.
I spent quite some time in this pottery, chatting with the master, looking at his work. It was a suitable moment to ask for a cup of tea but I realized that this might imply fashioning a teapot from clay by myself – a hopeless task for me. I preferred to remain thirsty and photographed these two still lifes instead. For no particular reason – perhaps, just for this journal page.
A still life with a clock…
… and a still life with a starfish
—both creations of someone else’s hands. Sometimes we have an urge to document what others have done but not without a tiny bit of personal input.