Midnight Magic

Daytime photo of the outside of the Cafe Les Deus Magots in Paris

© Ayr/Gray

The Wheel Turns

Ready clay on a potter's wheelChad scrunched his brow, tapping the turntable with a desultory forefinger. The sculpture rotated slowly, displaying all its sides, seeming to delight in its own ineffable shimmer and elegance. It almost winked at him, whispering “You don’t get me, do you?”  Continue reading