When I was teaching at a University I enjoyed the advantage of not having to meet production schedules since I was assured a regular paycheck. I could afford to experiment and take creative risks – allow a slow maturation of form when appropriate. The advantage of this slow growth has been the development of a mind set that produces a quality of psychic density in the work. That was the track I was on; the joy of intense work, loving the pondering time between beginnings and being led through atmospheres where only walls once stood.
Holding such values allowed this process to serve my needs for over a forty-year period. Then retirement woke me up; not at all a sleeping beauty but a squeaky old guy with a garage full of clay objects waiting for me to finally take responsibility for them.