These flat clay images with a hole for hanging were all the rage in my circle in Tucson last year. Not really, since I don't have a circle, and if I did they probably wouldn't be into flat clay images of clowns, gibbons, and green devils, but it's what I was making about a year ago. They're less threatened by the terrors of gravity than the larger pieces. The survival rate is higher.
I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I can't remember if the middle object is supposed to be a gibbon or a lemur. Believe me, I'm fully aware of how inexcusable that is. I feel like my brain is turning to shit.
Pages

potter and ceramic artist based in Tucson, Arizona. Self-taught and neurodivergent, he has worked in the medium of stoneware clay for 21 years, developing a practice rooted in literal construction and obsessive repetition. He makes non-traditional ceramics in a medium built on tradition, exploring the overlap between wonder and revulsion. Subject matter includes sympathetic monsters, insects, opossums, fast food mascots, and Halloween kitsch.
I am in love with my medium. I love the process of frantically birthing clay monstrosities, subjecting them to an epic trial by fire, and sending them out into the world.