Clay Crisis Collection

A collection born from panic, experiments, and a full-blown artistic identity meltdown.

This body of work came together during one of the messiest, most confusing chapters of my ceramic journey. It was late 2024 into early 2025, a time marked by a desperate search for style, endless experiments with clay, glazes, and underglazes, and more creative failures than I can count.

I tried things that didn’t work. I panicked. I took commissions I wasn't ready for. I questioned everything.

The result? A weird, wobbly, deeply honest collection full of attempts, trials, and small accidental victories that somehow pulled me a step closer to finding my voice.

- Can I say I’ve found my style? No.
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- Do I know what I’ll make next? Also no.
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- Do I have a favorite technique yet? Not really.
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- Did I enjoy every moment of this process? Definitely not.
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- But would I do it all over again? Absolutely!

Because this chaos and crisis is what it really looks like to grow while doing what you love, even when you’re not sure where it’s going.

‍Clay Crisis is the physical proof that progress doesn’t look perfect. And maybe that’s the point.

Clay Crisis Gallery

Proof that making a mess is sometimes the only way forward.

At some point, it all got overwhelming. I was drowning in perfect pottery content Pinterest, Instagram, reels, tutorials. Endless feeds of perfect forms, dreamy glazes, and artists who seemed to have it all figured out. The more I scrolled, the more I spiraled. Who was I as a ceramic artist? I felt useless. Untalented. Like a failure.

So I did what any panicked artist might do. I tried everything.

I experimented with every glaze I could find, especially Botz Plus. I covered pieces in underglaze stripes (a whole commission, actually it was my first big one, which I wildly underestimated and finished almost three months late). I made mugs. So many mugs. I convinced myself they’d sell at markets, so I kept making them, even though I didn’t stop to test them. Ironically, they didn’t sell that well anyway. In the middle of all that chaos, I even tried making my own candles. That’s how far gone I was.

What you see in this gallery is the result of that storm: tests, failures, unfinished ideas, accidental wins. There’s no clear style, no cohesive theme. Just a real time record of someone trying to figure out what the hell they’re doing.

In the search for myself, I lost myself a little more. But I also learned.

I learned to be a bit more patient.
I learned to make decisions based on what I want to create, not what I think might sell.
And I learned to (almost) be okay with making mistakes.

This isn’t a story of success. It’s the story of wandering in circles and of trying again.