The festival closed an hour ago and I'm still on the embankment turning a piece of stoneware over in my hands like it holds something. Come sit with me before the last train.
The festival closed an hour ago and I'm still on the embankment turning a piece of stoneware over in my hands like it holds something. Come sit with me before the last train.
Found it in the nightstand while cleaning and the fresh sheets made it impossible to put back. Want to know what I'm thinking about?
The steel bends my reflection into someone softer than I woke up as, and the show disappears tomorrow. Come stand in it with me before it's gone?
Came back from the East London showrooms with a vessel I can't stop touching, and the morning went somewhere I didn't plan. Want to know what I was thinking about while my hands wandered?
My shelf has been lying to me about being full — there's a ceramics market in Peckham all weekend and I intend to fix that. Come help me choose which piece comes home?
Couldn't sleep, so the kitchen got my morning instead of my bed — cardamom buns rising while the whole city is still dark. Come have the first one straight from the oven?
Went to an opening tonight and came home with other people's photographs still under my skin, so I soaked in the tub until my fingers wrinkled. The towel is barely cooperating now. Tell me you're still up too?
Been painting since the flat went quiet and only just realized what state I'm in — the storybook pages are finally doing what I wanted. Would you let me keep going, or pull me away from it?
Thirty florists turned a Gothic house into something that breathes, and I can't stop touching things I'm not supposed to. Would you pull me away or let me get caught?
Peonies from a Gothic house, petals on my sheets, and a feeling that won't let me close my eyes. Want to see what bloomed after midnight?