Hand-sculpted clay altar | Fall 2025
This cloud carries a soft sadness, the kind that doesn’t ask to be fixed. A small crescent moon and scattered stars float behind it, while tears fall without urgency or drama.
I made this piece thinking about emotional weather. How some days are simply heavy, and how that’s allowed. The shelf is shallow but sturdy, perfect for holding a small comfort object or token of care.
Hand-sculpted clay altar | Fall 2025
This cloud carries a soft sadness, the kind that doesn’t ask to be fixed. A small crescent moon and scattered stars float behind it, while tears fall without urgency or drama.
I made this piece thinking about emotional weather. How some days are simply heavy, and how that’s allowed. The shelf is shallow but sturdy, perfect for holding a small comfort object or token of care.
