Ceramics

“I would love to say that I sat down at the potter’s wheel turned it on and I was relaxed and in a flow state, one with the clay crafting masterful works of art that would bring a tear of joy to my mother’s eye and she exclaimed: “that’s my boy, I’m so proud of you.” None of that happened, it was the complete opposite, I sat down and each pot I made was a fucking disaster. I would ask for help, and try to learn from my teacher and classmates but each pot I threw on the wheel was lumpy and asymmetrical.”

“There’s something almost meditative about working with clay. You can’t scroll or multitask when your hands are covered in mud. You can’t zone out. You’re present. Focused. Grounded. As I shaped my first bowl (well, “bowl-ish” object), something shifted. It wasn’t just about learning a skill — it was about pausing long enough to create something real with my own hands.”