I don’t know how else to begin this except to say: it’s hard out there. Politically, economically, emotionally—the ground beneath our feet feels a bit like wet clay: soft in some places, cracked in others, and unstable most days.
As a ceramic artist, I work with my hands in the earth. I take mud and turn it into something tangible, hopeful even. But hope…
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