I’m going to an otter congress. Don’t laugh. It’s a congress for otter specialists, but we call it otter congress. No, otters will not be flying in from the whole world…. HUMANS interested in otters will!
Anyway, I discovered that there was going to be a silent auction and that participants were required to bring something. So I sat down and thought. A few weeks passed, and then, after a long period of thinking, one evening I found myself home, at the table, with a bag of clay.