Intended Collection
Every piece starts with a word. Pray. Grace. Grow. Breathe. Survivor. Dream. I press these into the clay before it ever sees the kiln, because the intention has to live inside the piece from the beginning, not be painted on afterward. Each one is thrown on the wheel or built by hand from Starworks stoneware, then paired with a glaze that speaks the same language as the word. Soft creams and bone whites for the ones that ask you to be still. Bold oranges and blacks for the ones that dare you. Cool blues for the ones that slow your breathing. Bright corals and golds for the ones that wake you up. The color is never decoration; it is part of the message.
Some are quiet. Breathe. Listen. Rest. Peace. Some refuse to be ignored. Passion. Joy. Inspire. Wonder. What you take home is not really a bowl or a plant stake or a trinket dish. It is a reminder that sits where you will see it every day and says something you probably needed to hear. I make these to be used, not displayed behind glass. Morning coffee, evening tea, entryway keys, garden beds. Touch them daily. That is how intentions become part of a life.
Ignited Collection
Fire changes everything. Reduction firing, pit firing, raku; these are the processes where I stop pretending I am in charge. The kiln becomes the real artist, and my job is to give it something worth transforming. What comes out is never exactly what went in, and that is precisely the point. Glazes break and pool in places I did not plan. Copper flashes green where I expected red. Surfaces crackle into patterns no brush could ever replicate. The fire writes its own signature on every piece.
I keep these pieces separate from Intended because they belong to a different conversation. Intended is about what I want to say. Ignited is about what the fire says back. Some of these pieces started with a plan and abandoned it halfway through. Others were experiments that refused to fail. Either way, you are holding something that passed through flame and came out different than it went in. That is not a defect. That is the whole story..
Reclaimed Collection
Some pieces refuse to become what they were intended to be. A bowl cracks on the wheel. A handle tears away. A glaze runs somewhere it was never supposed to go. Most potters would call these failures and toss them into the reclaim bucket to become anonymous clay again. I learned to pause before reaching for that bucket, because sometimes the clay is telling a better story than the one I originally planned.
Reclaimed is where I listen. A cracked rim becomes an intentional break. A glaze that pooled wrong becomes the reason someone reaches for that piece and not another. I do not fix these pieces. I do not hide what happened. I discover what they want to be now that the original plan did not survive, and I let them be that. What you take home from this collection is honesty. It has been through something, and it came out the other side still standing. That is not damage. That is character.
