the beings.

Before something takes form, it reaches me as vibration. A movement in the field, a quiet gathering of information, something asking to be felt. I perceive it around people, within a space, in the subtle relations between us and the world we inhabit. Sometimes my guides show me a way through it; sometimes a vision arrives, carrying the beginning of a form.

I see many beings. Among them, she returns with golden antlers rising from her head. She has chosen to be a guardian for all who enter this work. I recognise her through the tenderness she carries, through the wisdom that becomes quietly tangible in her presence.

Later, I return to the clay.

Porcelain and stoneware ask me to remain with transformation. The material receives the pressure of my hands, the water, the pauses between gestures. It dries, crosses through fire, becomes capable of holding what first arrived as something almost without form. Each passage leaves its trace. Over six to eight weeks, a story gathers within the being: an intention, my whole heart, all the love I bring to the making.

Piece by piece, step by step, breath by breath.

The gold rises along her antlers, giving light a place to rest. Something of the worlds I perceive can now be held, placed in a room, met with the eyes and the hands.

Each being carries her own story, her own energetic imprint. I work with the intention that her presence may bring harmony to the space around her, and offer a way towards the depth of the person who feels drawn to her. Perhaps you encounter her at a moment when some part of your own life is asking to be received with greater tenderness. Her story touches yours, and continues there.

A being may remain beside you, carrying the intention woven into her form. From time to time, I return to these beings and renew that connection. You carry a living movement of your own, continually responding, unfolding, meeting the world.