MERCH
Lately I’ve been finding another way to express my creativity in ceramics. Something I’ve discovered in my journey so far is the incredible resemblance to the creation of life itself. The way the clay so easily turns into a face as if almost by accident. The way the elements form together and separate just to take their rightful place once again. How patterns emerge on a spinning wheel effortlessly and infinitely. How the clay smells like shit as if what was once alive has been eaten and digested by reality itself. Ceramics. The first form of chemistry. Science before science existed. Taking a combination of particles and changing that in which they exist. Making something so strong it could last 100,000 years and yet so fragile it could shatter in an instant. As if to emphasise the very existence of the thing that made it. ME.
