I'd never worked in pottery before.. the whole idea of getting my hands dirty with clay was far beyond anything I felt like doing. Still, I'd watched 'Ghost' six times, and the instructor was hot...so, why not?
One night, I stayed late--he'd almost given up on my ever centering a lump of clay. I'd almost given up on his ever noticing the gap in my shirt every time I leaned over the pottery wheel.
Sometimes, things change.
He discovered my, um, talents lay beyond making cups and vases...and I discovered art tables weren't just for art.
Sometimes, creating art can take on many forms--at least that's what I'm telling myself.
