The ship, a resilient silhouette in the tempest's fury, danced upon tumultuous waves. Ropes strained like desperate pleas against the roaring wind. Sea foam, a ghostly chorus, swirled around the beleaguered vessel. Thunder cracked overhead, heralding the storm's wrath. Amidst chaos, the ship weathered the storm, a testament to sailors' grit.
When I sit at the pottery wheel, with each turn and pull, the raw clay is shaping tales of both macabre and humor. The wheel hums as the vessel takes form, all the while, I’m imagining my next characters and stories. I create each piece with a touch of darkness and a dash of amusement. A mischievous grin on a skeleton or a grim character doing every day tasks, each creation reflects the convergence of my imagination and the clays form. My pottery becomes a unique narrative, inviting both a delighted shiver and a hearty chuckle. This piece is dishwasher safe but I would recommend handwashing, and if it has gold accents it cannot go in the microwave.