"Trying to make sense of life without you," was made from a place of confusion, grief, and loss. I needed to show/see the rupture in my art practice after I lost myself, my relationship, and my best friend (love you, miss Bean.) I fell in love with the mindless act of scribbling, making something from nothing, as that's what life felt like: starting over. I had to rediscover joy in little moments, come back to my routine in steps. One of those steps was watching the sunset again. It was a pivotal part of my teens, a priority, and if I missed one, it felt "wrong." A fleeting moment that can only be witnessed once. 
 
I used to watch the sunset everynight with Miss Bean and with my Partner. Losing them both I lost the love I had for that small but important part of my day. Coming back to it, alone, I needed to occupy my time, my hands, my mind, so I scribbled.
 
These are attempts of turning this "scribble style" into semi-representational abstractions, a visual language of my own. One that allows a painful piece of my past to be part of my present, so I can make sense of it, so I can pile some joy on top of it. So I can live with it and not in spite of it. 
 
These are the first pieces I've done in ceramics in this style. Inspired by the same landscape that I lost her in, it feels right to translate this style into pottery, as it was the foundation of my old practice.  Many of these are experiments with new forms of making, as I find the best way to capture that freedom of movement I feel with my color pencils, onto pots. If something is priced low it is safe to assume the design portion was a failure, but they are all food-safe.
 
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