When I was a kid, I used to collect small, flat pebbles and paint tiny faces on them. My grandma would help me cut out and flatten metal wings from soda cans. I’d attach them to create angel brooches, with their names painted on the back.
I’ve always been curious about how we infuse character into inanimate objects, and how, when times are hard, those things can make us smile or feel comforted. I still don’t understand how a brushstroke smirk can make us smile back at a cup, but this is my hope when I put my ceramics out into the world.