Holding clay is magical. It’s calming and exciting at the same time. It connects you with the earth. The feeling of holding clay, the weight of it in your hands, the coolness and malleability of its texture somehow connects my soul with my creative spirit. It makes me slow down, feel more present and grounded. Up until recently I haven’t shared my clay interest or skills as an art from. I kept it hidden, like a secret that was precious, just for me to indulge in.