My pottery home. Moving the studio.

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Mary Rose potter bff. We fired a lot of pots & made so many pots here at the studio.
Potters sink.
The last moment infront of my lemon tree Kiln


Rocks 

I am silly

Porcelain 




Buckets buckets buckets
The lion given to me by friend Avaryls father after he built this studio from beach wood and reclaim materials 🤍
For the new studio



As it is. How I worked here

My Los Angeles clay body



Everything is measured and ready to move to a better place. 
My potter home. 

 

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