clay sculptures

I am practicing moving towards the things that viscerally move me.

My grandmother from my dad's side, lived up in the mountains in Kalamata, Greece and she braided her hair every morning. I always saw her daily routine as a small mountain ritual. Later, she would go cut walnuts from her tree, take a little walk and sing by the river, and then she would go speak to her geraniums. 

I believe there is a special energy in performing a personal ritual every day. Through my clay work, which is a small ritual for me, I celebrate all little things.

I often make women with braided hair to honor the strong women of the mountains. Some other times, I make just a pinchbowl and I think that's ok. 

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ps: Model is Tzatziki, my deaf rescue dog.