April 6, 2026

by Dr. Plastic Picker

It’s 6:04 am and I’m blogging upstairs at my desk. It’s a built in office space which I’ve reclaimed. I had given it up for my daughter, but it ended up being just a storage area and a few months ago I cleared out all the excess things that accumulated and made it my desk again. She never needed the desk area, and after I offered it to her – never claimed it. It’s mine again, and she continues to study and create in her room.

She creates in the ceramics studio. She creates in her bullet journal. She creates on her ceramics instagram account. And she creates within herself. There is so much creativity in that 5’3″ being that it sometimes amazes me.

The above are screenshots of the new and 2nd to final pot she is creating, before she takes herself to Harvard.

It’s on motherhood, and it’s a work in progress.

It creates overwhelming emotion in me, this pot. It makes me think of myself, my daughter, my own mother. And that makes me remember moments, and understand better past instances. It’s really remarkable what raising an artists has done to me. It’s transformed me, as a mother, as a woman – especially since I was lucky to be gifted a daughter.

Isn’t it remarkabl?. She’s really remarkable the artist, but I’m a little bit biased. I really hope she is able to continue her ceramics during her college years. That’s the plan, but we have to go to admit weekend and figure it out. She’ll figure it out. I have confidence in her. She’s really pretty to look at too, so I think one wouldn’t mind having her in the studio with you. She doesn’t make that much noise when she is creating, but her pots take up lots of space! She likes to make super big pots. Fair warning.