Each vessel here is built by my hands; rolling, pinching, pressing, coiling. Often, the forms emerge intuitively and then nod gently to familiar relics. The quiet yet visible imprints of human touch are markers, portals, to the passage of time.

Clay teaches me tirelessly to be patient, steady, humble, and forgiving. And working in analog asks me to slow down, invites me to be present, makes space for fuller connections to the world around me. By choosing to build with deliberately slow techniques I become absorbed in process and actively center being over producing. Let these vessels live as reminders.