Out of Clay hypha-hq and become a cherished heirloom

and become a cherished heirloom

both the viewer and subject

and at the same time trusted him to be fixed

the contemplation lies in being conscious of its transitory and impermanent nature

I wanted to give her wings and drawn a flower that she holds in her teeth

Out of Clay hypha-hq and become a cherished heirloomI imagined my house and I built it out of clay Touch sits in the intersection of memory and physicality. I remember touching; warmth, pressure, presence. I remember being touched,the comfort of a hand, the brush of a finger. Clay remembers, too. Fired clay holds touch forever. Its surface is a map of caresses sealed in fire. Each vessel is a body shaped by longing, a fossil of tenderness. I will build a home from these traces. A home embraced with