Side note: being an artist is so odd, especially when your craft takes so much time. Some days I feel like I've achieved nothing real, others I feel the threads of my existence reaching through time through my work. Like I said, odd. Maybe that's just me

These mugs found homes this weekend! Which is great news for my mug cabinet, which was beginning to overflow

This didn't actually happen (because I'm still employed), but tell me why it still feels like the most accurate thing ever, because my cat keeps flopping on my desk demanding belly rubs, and I find that infinitely more important than anything else.

I actually have good news, the kiln gods were kind and returned my sacrifices unharmed (and with some fun surprises!)

I went into this piece with no plan. It sounds cliche, but I literally stared at it thinking "what do you want to be" until I just sort of saw the design in my mind's eye. Inspiration is a fickle mistress who sometimes leaves me on read. Not yesterday though.

Well that's a terrible conclusion to this saga