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This article presented clay’s history in a rather poetic manner. It observes both its importance to mankind, and the ways in which it has been passed down as something functional and something expressive. However, I was curious that this article did not mention one aspect of clay that I feel is imperative to one’s understanding of the medium. That is, that clay is very much like a human being. We are birthed from a like form, as clay is birthed from a like form. We are molded and shaped by our experiences, by what we are taught. We endure sorrow and pain, a sort of firing process. We serve some sort of functionality to the world around us and we also represent an individual aspect of our kind as one single piece of art. One could say man is wrought from clay by a Master Potter. This idea of clay and man sharing some sort of likeness also carries over to other mediums. We could say, that the human is stretched and bent, and that their journey produces the colors of their life, similar to a canvas. We could also say, that the human being is much like a drawing, stumbling in scrawls off the page and through trial and error finally producing either a masterpiece or otherwise. We could simply say then, that human beings are art, as art is a human being. Be that the canvas of a painting, patiently awaiting the Master’s strokes, or the clay in the hands of the Master Potter