Playful

Once upon a time, when my daughter was four years old, I used to take her to the playground everyday.

One sunny day when I took her to the playground, as soon as we reached the sandbox, her attention shifted. She knelt down, scooping up handfuls of sand and letting it slip between her tiny fingers, completely absorbed in her play.

I watched her for a while, fascinated by how deeply she could concentrate, how she was entirely lost in the world of sand. It struck me in that moment—this was what concentration looked like. It was not forced or strained, but natural, effortless. She was in a state of flow, where the world around her disappeared.

Inspired by that thought, I work on a ceramic sculpture I had been planning for a while. Using stoneware clay, I shaped the form and glazed it with a glossy finish, to mirrored my daughter's play in the sunny afternoon.

The sculpture is now a joyful creation of concentration, at its core, is simply being fully present in the moment.