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I look out before me and I see bowls. I look behind me and I see bowls. Bowls are here a way to record time. The movement of my hands and the state of my mind secured in clay. Frustration and hope spun and squished together. 502 bowls. Each table holds the bowls thrown in one day. Notes track the mistakes made and the time spent working. Hand thrown pottery connects us to each other and to our past; let us not discard it in our collective plunder of all that brings life meaning, beauty, and joy.