Please Convey Emotion

During a pottery class I took in college the instructor gave the direction to create a figure that conveyed emotion.

25 years later, I came across that figure in a box in our garage, wrapped in newspaper. I cried, so I guess she still conveys emotion. It brought back all of these feelings that I remember vividly from that time, that I had tried so hard to forget by squashing it down into a tiny space somewhere buried in myself, where it wouldn’t take up too much space or be easily found.

When I unwrapped her, that tiny space opened up and rushed right to my heart and my mind. The shitty abusive relationship I was getting over, the loneliness, the anxiety, and the hole. No one can help you out of the hole. You have to get yourself out. The hole and I have a relationship now. It tries to pull me in and it doesn’t always work. I tell it to go away, that I have no interest in it. Ok, it’s not that easy, not by a long shot, but it’s better than it had been. I feel for the young woman that made this figure. She was so lost and didn’t know how to ask for help or who to go to. She has no idea what is ahead of her. She has no idea of the adventure she will take and what life will surprise her with when she is ready.