The Dreaming State

I took an eight week wheel ceramics class at a local studio and just had a gallery show. I made a variety of final pieces, but for some reason this was my favorite. This one was pit fired, giving it the cracks and strange colors.

I was finishing up my final year of graduate school and spontaneously decided to destroy everything I had created all those years. I spent the next few hours tearing apart hundreds of dollars worth of photographic prints. Was I destroying art or making art? Perhaps I am just beginning to say goodbye.