The Weight of Clay
There’s a kind of humility in hauling clay — the weight of it grounding me, reminding me that making art starts long before the wheel spins. It begins in the labor, in the small acts that carry creativity home.
There’s a kind of humility in hauling clay — the weight of it grounding me, reminding me that making art starts long before the wheel spins. It begins in the labor, in the small acts that carry creativity home.