Mythology

Here is a charming story of how I fell in love with handcrafting pottery from raw earth materials to beautiful works of art. It's definitely not about a hyper fixation that got out of control and accidentally became my whole personality.

Picture sundrenched country roads and gentle elderly influence. Under no circumstances envision an unmedicated ADHD fever dream made entirely of Diet Mountain Dew, student loan debt, and cracked hands only unicorn tears could fix. Go back to idyllic meadows and homemade lemonade that still has some sugar at the bottom of the glass and a real lemon slice on the rim. You know real charming shit. That's how I fell in love with pottery and continues to fuel inspiration to this day.