We begin as dust, constantly formed and transformed. We become vessels, holding the rain until we are saturated. Until we are full and can hold no more. Until our secrets release their power, our thirst runs out and we crack open. And then our mud dries to dust again and we return to where we began.

Over 100 hand-formed pinch pots made out of clay went into this piece. They were sun-dried and then coated in various layers of beeswax. The wax broke down with weather and rain allowing the clay dirt to. sink back into the ground. The only thing I would have done differently if I were to do this piece again would be to add another hundred pots.