There is a feeling when you step off of a stair into space, a feeling that tells you without a single doubt that your foot is going to fall with gravity. That is the feeling I get when I work with clay. I started making pots in high school, and after several years of practice, I can feel every aspect of the clay. When I throw on the wheel, I know without a doubt how the clay will respond. When I fire my pieces, I can feel how much air and gas and fire I need to be working with. If I could make a living off of that knowledge and experience, I would be the happiest girl on earth. When I make a pot, I want it to be used, and to make someone’s day a little brighter every time they use it. To do this, I will need to set up my own studio, so that after taking university ceramics classes I can work without limits in a place of my own. I hope to have the bare minimum of a studio functioning within a year, and to start an online business for my pieces after that. Once I have established a stable studio, I can begin to expand by offering throwing lessons, because everyone should have a little bit of clay in their lives.