Layers, Cells, Constellations
A new collection of pottery about the unknown, the familiar, and the passing of time. Each piece is entirely unique and completely handmade. Explore the collection through the link in bio. ♡ Free shipping on every order ♡
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.