22/05/2026
There are pieces that teach you technique and there are pieces that quietly unravel something deeper inside you.
This one became both.
Lately I’ve been pushing myself further with sgraffito,slowing down, carving with more intention, learning how much emotion can live inside a single line. Every scratch into the clay feels like revealing something that was already waiting beneath the surface.
This woman arrived slowly.
Half hidden. Half becoming.
A bird obscuring her sight, yet somehow allowing her to see more clearly.
For me, this piece speaks about womanhood in all its wild contradictions,softness and rage, grief and instinct, tenderness and power. The parts of ourselves we conceal to surviveand the parts still aching to take flight.
I wrote these words while creating her:
“There are women who grow feathers beneath their skin…
women who speak in smoke, in salt, in half buried things…” Working on this poem over the next couple of pieces.
This work means more to me than I can properly explain. It feels like a threshold piece, one where my technique and my voice as an artist are beginning to meet each other.
Thank you to everyone who pauses long enough to truly see the work.
Sgraffito black & white handmade ceramic plate