Killed
Sacrificial clay
I regret je le regrette
I killed it
Visitation of the mold makers. Imperative of Thursday mri.
I should have separated the wheel. Made the back a shell. Contacted the fabricator who bought my kiln
I let someone abuse my ceramic sculpture. I let it go. Why.
It would have been possible. I’m ready to cry. Maybe part of why I didn’t sleep Friday night. I destroyed my sculpture once again. So many times I do it. But why. And why wouldn’t Phil stop me. Even try.
I think I did it because of the other two I tried to squeeze in. That I wanted to finish.