I’m not clay, I cannot be moulded.
I am marble; I am chipped, cracked & tough.
I may not be able to be made into that perfect, smooth ceramic.
But below the surface there lies an incredibly divine sculpture, strong enough to last centuries.
I’m not here for a potter that will work, change their mind, roll me out & start again.
I’m here for the daring artist that meets my strength with respect & sees the beauty that lies within.












