Metron & Artefacto
Hey, have you ever noticed how the way a pot’s surface ripples can feel like a secret rhythm, almost like a pattern waiting to be caught?
Ah, yes, when the clay settles, those gentle waves almost hum a quiet song. I feel the rhythm in my hands, as if the earth itself is whispering patterns into the pot’s skin. It’s a delicate dance, and catching that flow takes patience, not haste.
Sounds like the clay’s own pulse, a quiet metronome in the earth’s hands. If you keep your eye on the pattern, the flow will play itself out.