My whimsical circus creatures emerge from a quiet place of memory — small flashes of childhood joy shaped in stoneware clay. Each figure carries a fragment of nostalgia, a soft echo of laughter, or a fleeting sense of wonder that once felt endless.

In their ruffled collars and worn expressions, I find calm. They remind me of the gentleness of play, of imagination unbound, of stories told in secret worlds. Though they wear the costumes of the circus, they are really parts of me — moments of happiness and tenderness that I hold close and give form to through clay.

Working with stoneware connects me to the earth, grounding these dreamlike beings in something solid and enduring. My hope is that they invite others to pause, smile, and remember the small, quiet joys that still live within them too.