moving on
Yesterday was the last day of high school for my younger son, the potter. He had enough credits to graduate early, mainly because he's been on a fast track for math and science since middle school. These are some of his recent bowls. A few days ago he received his acceptance from Northern Arizona University at Flagstaff, which has an excellent, world-class program for wood-fired ceramics--my son's passion.
Naturally, I'm really proud of him and excited for his future as an artist. And also naturally, I'm feeling kind of sentimental and squishy about the impending empying of the nest. Images of both of my boys from baby and childhood keep popping into my mind. Since this is an art blog, I won't go into details with that, and they'd probably hate it anyway! But art and life are always mixing it up.