Clay feels like my parents.
Clay has thoughts about me and but also supervises my working speed.
We dance together and also heal each other through a painful, miserable process.
Clay remembers every gesture of my body.
Clay requires patience.
Clay requires you to have to listen to the material as also a metaphor to let go.
I feel my family inspires me a lot and to have a strong connection with family. I enjoy the loving, caring part of family, but it also it comes with the conflict between personal space and the idea of a whole.
I still remember an idea in my junior high school social science book, it says “the smallest unit in a society is family”. I was wondering why I still remember that while I’m not interested in social science at all, but it tells me how the idea of family is so embedded in my life.
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