Since way before Christmastime I've been working on a new collection of unearthed little beings. They are more real than they are clay. More alive than anything I've ever created. I've taken a journey deep into myself and taken stock of what's important to me and I have decided to stay here. Here is good.
The whole month of January has been a exercise in patience, mostly with my own process. I feel like with each new piece I relearn my process, but really after reflection I see that I am evolving, not relearning.
The art of making magic is a serious one.
love to you