The Potter sat at break of day, And gazed upon His chosen clay, Then they began - the clay and He, The dance of life, on spinning wheel. With gentle hand and watchful eye, The Potter caused the clay to rise. But what is shapeless mound of grey? So dance they must and so they stay.
When I’m out photographing it will often feel as if I am dancing… Oh I don’t mean physically, because when I look down my two big clumsy feet are firmly on the ground. But something on the inside of me is twirling and spinning and floating!
Scars are amongst the most hated things in the world - some physical, some emotional. People's desperate desire to wipe away a scar earns millions for many industries. Scars are treated with contempt. I have a few scars to show - childhood falls, stray ones from the occasional zit, cooking mishaps and more recently, a large scar from a surgery. Then there are the emotional scars - various shapes, sizes and really too many to list out.