Brick by Brick

In October, I kneeled in the garden and pulled weeds with my mom. She told me that when she met my dad, she had assumed that he knew what he was doing when it came to building the house and the kiln. “I knew nothing, and I thought knowing nothing was a hindrance,” she explained. “I didn’t know that knowing nothing was how you became somebody who knew something and just moved forward.”

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Tools of the Trade

BEST AS WE CAN FIGURE, there’s a magic to art. Because in the strictest sense, anyone could do it. Anyone can take the classes. Buy the books. Purchase apples and empty bottles to make a still life. But for most of us who’ve ever unceremoniously squashed a set of brushes against the canvas or molded…

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