Handmade in the traditional sense of "made by one stubborn human"
Every piece wheel-thrown, hand poured, kiln-fired, and destined to outlive you. Functional art for people who appreciate the fact that pottery is basically just mud that refused to give up.
Browse the collectionThe Collection
18+ · Contains clay in the shape of things your pastor pretends don't exist.
The parts the church didn't want you to see.
The Apocrypha Collection
The origin story
I started making pottery because therapy was expensive and clay is cheap. Turns out smashing your hands into wet earth is deeply therapeutic, and also you end up with a mug at the end, which you can't say about most therapy.
Every piece is wheel-thrown, hand poured in my studio, which is a fancy word for "the shed." I glaze everything by hand, fire it in my kiln, and ship it to you with entirely too much bubble wrap because I'm not emotionally prepared for the alternative.
Nothing here is perfect. There are wobbles, drips, and little fingerprints pressed into the clay. That's not a bug, it's a feature — it's how you know a real human made it instead of a machine that doesn't know what it's like to drop an almost-finished bowl.
"The greatest teacher, failure is." — Yoda, and also every potter ever.
What humans say
Things people wonder
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