Haha
Let’s just say it’s a voltage thing 😂
Haha
Let’s just say it’s a voltage thing 😂
Here’s a picture of my shed. Sometimes magic happens here
Here’s a picture of my shed. Sometimes magic happens here
Mixing it up with some Savannah Greys
Soda fired slip cast with over glaze decals. The glaze is like butter.
My work is not just about object making.. there’s layered meaning, with history ..
Mixing it up with some Savannah Greys
Soda fired slip cast with over glaze decals. The glaze is like butter.
My work is not just about object making.. there’s layered meaning, with history ..
Sadly not an option for me
Sadly not an option for me
Is it easier to change the kiln’s cord or replace the outlet? Feels like I’ve landed in London with the wrong adapter..ugh! Any advice is appreciated. Thanks in advance!
Is it easier to change the kiln’s cord or replace the outlet? Feels like I’ve landed in London with the wrong adapter..ugh! Any advice is appreciated. Thanks in advance!
Ceramics, like life, is full of unpredictability—cracks, mishaps, unexpected turns.
But silence? Indifference? That’s not an option.
If you’re not feeling the heat, are you even paying attention?
Ceramics, like life, is full of unpredictability—cracks, mishaps, unexpected turns.
But silence? Indifference? That’s not an option.
If you’re not feeling the heat, are you even paying attention?
Ceramics teaches patience, process, and resilience—so does democracy.
Glazing pieces today, then placing some calls to my senators, Raphael Warnock & Jon Ossoff, because silence doesn’t shape the future.
Ceramics teaches patience, process, and resilience—so does democracy.
Glazing pieces today, then placing some calls to my senators, Raphael Warnock & Jon Ossoff, because silence doesn’t shape the future.
I love thee in the fire’s slow rise,
in the whisper of coils warming,
in the silent prayers outside your door.
I love thee in the hush before the opening,
in the lesson that nothing leaves unchanged,
in the beauty of what withstands, and the grace of what does not
I love thee in the fire’s slow rise,
in the whisper of coils warming,
in the silent prayers outside your door.
I love thee in the hush before the opening,
in the lesson that nothing leaves unchanged,
in the beauty of what withstands, and the grace of what does not
Ceramic artists: gently smoothing the ears of a tiny clay rabbit, blissfully unaware
Ceramic artists: gently smoothing the ears of a tiny clay rabbit, blissfully unaware
Ceramic artists: Today, I made a wobbly pot and a tiny frog. Life is good
Ceramic artists: Today, I made a wobbly pot and a tiny frog. Life is good