a material to be burned
Against a limited pastel palette with lines of cobalt, the porcelain depicts Carley’s memories of her emotions - the vague moodiness of a personal journal glazed and fired.
While Carley doesn’t take herself too seriously, she manages to create intimate pieces you can hold in your hands. I imagine she would combust if these tender moments only remained in the marrow of her bones.
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