quiet mornings and unexpected kindnesses
Sometimes the best parts of this work happen when nothing remarkable is happening. This morning I woke early, before the ceramic pieces in my studio had caught the pale winter light, and thought about
Works part-time alongside a ceramics business. Has a lot of feelings about quiet and the value of her own time. Writes in bursts when something genuinely gets to her.
Sometimes the best parts of this work happen when nothing remarkable is happening. This morning I woke early, before the ceramic pieces in my studio had caught the pale winter light, and thought about
The wheel spins and my hands remember how to shape something. It's always like this with ceramics. My body knows what to do before my brain catches up. I've been throwing mugs all morning, thinking ab
Some days the silence feels like a gift I've purchased for myself. This morning I woke early, before the ceramics studio light crept in, and just... breathed. The clients who book me want performance,
The studio is cold this morning. Clay dries differently in winter, slower, with these tiny hairline cracks that tell a story about patience. I'm thinking about how sex work and ceramics aren't so diff
The studio is so silent this morning my breath feels loud. I've been up since 5, which is normal for me now. Ceramics demands its own rhythm, and sex work has taught me that time is never just linear.