Hello there,

I’m not one for third person, fancy artist bios, so I hope a regular letter, from my heart to yours, will suffice. Yes, I make objects out of clay, but the reason why is what I care to share with you.

Your life. My life. We have something in common: each day is chalk full of ordinary moments. Moments that nobody sees…

The tea bag you steep because it makes your heart steady.

The mug you reach for because somehow it feels at home in your hand.

The grief-filled glances toward the vessel on the shelf that holds what remains of someone you loved.

The deep breath you let out as you turn down the volume of the day with a hot pot of tea.

I make objects for these moments. For the quiet rituals, the small comforts, the things we hold close. Because I believe there is something profound about making the ordinary worthy of our attention.

And perhaps that is what making has given me most: a way to pay attention. To stay curious and open. Permeable to life. To resist the urge to move quickly past my own.

Clay gives me a reason to look closer.

I hope what I make gives you a reason to do the same.

With love,

HLM