Hand-sculpted clay + acrylic paint | 2025
I sculpted this piece because sometimes, the only thing that holds the feeling is fire. It is a hand-formed ceramic arch—a window into the quiet, concentrated fury of the self.
The base is a deep, glossy green that pools like a vast, meadow. The arch frames the sun's face, a vintage gold figure peering out from behind a cushion of painted cloud.
Thank you for taking the time to see the quiet language of this piece.
Hand-sculpted clay + acrylic paint | 2025
I sculpted this piece because sometimes, the only thing that holds the feeling is fire. It is a hand-formed ceramic arch—a window into the quiet, concentrated fury of the self.
The base is a deep, glossy green that pools like a vast, meadow. The arch frames the sun's face, a vintage gold figure peering out from behind a cushion of painted cloud.
Thank you for taking the time to see the quiet language of this piece.
