Hand-sculpted clay + watercolor | Fall 2025
This ceramic plaque is a small cosmos of its own, glazed in deep indigo, nebular blues, holding a crescent moon suspended among the stars. I think of it as a pocket universe, a reminder that even matter shaped by our hands remembers the forces that birthed it: time, heat, pressure, care.
In my little studio, I think of art as an astrophysical prayer. A way of conversing with matter, gravity, and mystery. This plaque is a tiny echo of that dialogue, a reminder that wonder is a force too.
Hand-sculpted clay + watercolor | Fall 2025
This ceramic plaque is a small cosmos of its own, glazed in deep indigo, nebular blues, holding a crescent moon suspended among the stars. I think of it as a pocket universe, a reminder that even matter shaped by our hands remembers the forces that birthed it: time, heat, pressure, care.
In my little studio, I think of art as an astrophysical prayer. A way of conversing with matter, gravity, and mystery. This plaque is a tiny echo of that dialogue, a reminder that wonder is a force too.