Elliott

I entered the studio and I could taste the dust while people swept, it fell through the air and tasted of dirt and looked like fog. I worked as if I were a machine purely reacting to the clay, nothing else crossed my mind until I snapped back to reality. Upon snapping back to reality I was once again met with a choking cloud of clay dust. I realized I had accomplished a large portion of my project and four hours had passed without my even realizing.