About Claire

I’ve always had a thing for mud. Wet, sticky earth. Fingers or toes. As a child, I followed my curiosity to the bottom of the sandbox, where rich Colorado clay sat ripe for the taking. My pinch-pots (painted with sidewalk-chalk sludge) opened a spacious place in my heart that would eventually grow to house a rich passion for ceramic arts.

I believe the thrum in me to keep working with clay is largely the desire to join the creative work that God began when he created the first man out of two very curious ingredients: clay, and his own breath. In Old Testament scripture, God uses the happenings in a potter’s shed to prophetically reveal elements of both his character and mankind’s. He is the Potter, we are the clay.

Every time I work with clay, it translates truth about spiritual formation from my senses to my heart. As I embody the role of the potter, I notice that sublime beauty is made when the strength of the potter meets softness in the clay. I notice too, that unyielding clay does not produce beauty… until the patience of the potter restores it (at times quite forcefully!) to the suppleness it was intended for.

We are the clay, He is the Potter. We are all the work of his hands. Peculiar peace comes when we rightly see God, and in turn, rightly see ourselves.

When I make functional wares for your home, I try to tuck some of these truths in every vessel.

From hands to heart,

Claire