Meet my husband, Clay Also. Turns out he's annoyingly talented.

Sometimes inspiration arrives in unexpected places.

After visiting an organic, art-inspired collective on the West Coast, my husband came home with an idea that refused to let go. He hand-threw the oil pots featured in the gallery, developed the glazing exactly as he envisioned, and finished each one with sculptural grapevine handles gathered from our own yard.

His work is quiet, organic, and deeply connected to the natural world. Every curve, texture, and detail is intentional.

I'm grateful I get a front-row seat to his creativity. If he keeps this up, I may have to give him his own page.