I was so busy today, my guys. I built five plates/trays, a mug and some coasters. I’d rolled out and brought home a bunch of slabs so I didn’t have to strain my poor arms. they’re tired and hurty
also, my aunt bought me a stamp! the one I have rn is a little too big and detailed and it’s a bit tough to use.
it’s also probably easier for people to find me if I sign my work with ‘Clay Pigeon’ rather than ‘MS’
This is one of my favourite pieces already. It feels honest in a way my work has been missing.
I've been passively suicidal since childhood, dropping the "passive" descriptor at various points. Often, that feels like wanting to find a nice, quiet patch of forest moss and just stop. Let the earth make something beautiful of this body.
So I sculpted that want. My ribs, blending into the forest floor, a baby sparrow at home in them.
Being suicidal has never given me anything beautiful. But thinking about it, processing it through art? Apparently that can.
Hi everyone! My name is Alexis. I'm a new ceramicist. Here's something Ive been working on recently. I'll use this blog to show my progress and other updates. Cheers🌼