Some people are genetically engineered  "to do"... I think I fall into that category. If  I'm not tearing apart a piece of machinery or creating something new from scratch, I'm not happy. I seldom paint anymore... far too impatient... life's too short. The tactility of clay suits me well/better. An artist?... spacial engineer?... who cares... just a title nothing more.
Much of what I create is visually spontaneous. If I can "visualize" it, I can make it... formality be damned. There's usually a smidgen of forethought and a lot of serendipity involved. 

  Infusing humor and music into a piece is unquestionably the fun part; and nothing leaves the studio without a dose of gravity-defying rhythm, the "Doors"... John Mayer... even Mantovani.   Jimi Hendrix ?... not that skilled/crazy yet... but who knows... ceramic hookah/piggy-bank combo... name change... US Savings Bongs... Sr. citizen discounts, roflmao.

​  When I "sell" a piece... if it's "good"...  it's like parting with my soul. If it's "mediocre"... the misery lingers until a new piece is thrown, slabbed, or coiled.  Making a set of "mugs" with production-line precision is an obscenity... sorry, I can't/won't/don't do that... don't even ask... go to Walmart, get a deal.