Byada

Clay in the hands of an artist is not just earth, but a story waiting to be told.

I will never stop learning and discovering new things.✌🏼😊

Clay’s Whisper

In the hands of patient time,
earth softens, yielding to touch,
a river’s memory folded in,
a mountain’s dust made tender.

Fingers coax a quiet curve,
spinning circles into stillness,
while the kiln breathes fire,
turning fragile into forever.

A cup, a vase, a vessel—
each cradles more than form:
it holds the echo of the hands
that shaped it from the earth.