Artist, potter, gardener, lover of trees, frolics in nature, star gazer.
Kindness matters.
Please join me on my pottery journey β€οΈ
π³οΈβπ He/him, They/them
Miβkmaβki/Eastern Canada
Blush of dawn, soft and new,
Winter fades in petalsβ hue.
Frost may linger, skies stay grey,
Yet spring whispers, on its way.
In this vase, a bloom unseen,
Waiting for the world to green.
A pendant shaped by hands and time,
An amphora small, made of porcelain fine.
Its curves recall ancient seas,
And myths whispered on a forgotten breeze.
Against a heart, is where it goes,
Through time and hands, its story will flow.