This photo was taken again, by my best friend, Jimin. That day we were deep into the mountain, in the house of a very special person, a pottery artist. I would like to keep the anonymity because this is not about the person per se (who by the way is an amazing artist). Rather it is about what he indeed taught me, curiously, based on a conversation about pottery and its functionality.
I know this might be a sort of stupid question in your eyes probably.- I said.
Non at all. -He responded. -Proceed.
How can you cope with the idea that when you make a tea cup, the person who buys it, utilizes it for coffee, for example?- I asked bashfully.
Well, the importance of the objects that I make does not rest on my intention once the person owns it. Because I make it to be adaptable to the person who would accept it (buy it).- He responded with a wee smile on his face.
We kept the conversation on an on. But the reason why I bring this into the conversation, is because, once I came back home, while thinking about many things about my blue print in the world and the impact of my actions with life in general, I just thought of his words, and how they perfectly matched with which I believe is my way of seeing one's contribution to the world: something unintended but precious, adaptable, like love or tolerance. That is why this photo also reminds me of it. The clay in my hands resembles one's blue print in others, after leaving this world. After this weird but very inspiring analogy, I came to the conclusion that one of the most precious things that we can leave in the world is our smearing nature of being.
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