york, in an apartment on 106th street, so that i could come home and work whenever i wanted, which was great. then i realized ‘god, i don’t have to clean my wheel!’ because how stupid was it to spend all that time and effort cleaning when i was just going to sit down again and it was going to be me again facing this wheel. so i did get in the habit of not really cleaning up my wheel, because it seemed like a waste of time and water.
in my studio now, i feel like i’m always working in it. it gets so crazy in there, especially when i glaze 