an artist

the soft clay bends gently below their fingers, the sound of soul pumping into the piece fills the room. the rush of satisfaction, of pure emotion, that embodies the person who controls those hands. those hands stroking and kneading, pounding and smoothing.
all the pressures of living; anxiety, pain, frustration and anger: they all melt away, dripping softly to the floor and forming puddles of unanswered questions and nerves.
the evocation of new, different, beautiful thoughts is worth all the broken fingernails, stained clothing, and painful critiques.

a finished form rests on the table, a perfectly organic and complete reflection of the person that sits in satisfaction, their being wallowing in creation.