There is an orchid cactus in front of my house in a large pot. It has long ago outgrown the pot but still flourishes. Three or four times a year it blooms, sometimes only a couple of blooms or as many as a dozen, It is a night-blooming cactus and once the flower opens it withers and dies by mid morning. The big white blossoms remind me of fireworks bursting and it comes and goes almost as quickly. Yet, It is always beautiful, always glorious.
As a craftsman I have had to be very prolific and work many years to achieve the beautiful pieces no matter how few there may have been, while the orchid cactus produced a beautiful blossom effortlessly each time. I have thought that it would be great if I could produce a beautiful piece each time I touch the clay, but then I remind myself that if that were the case it might also disappear as quickly as the flower. Over the years the work progresses and hopefully the exceptional pieces will come with more frequency, more regularity. It is for this that I work and as I open the kiln each time, I hope.