Female War I Am Pottery 01 2015 May 2026

"Female War I Am Pottery" was a declaration that to make is to resist. The act of shaping clay—pressing, hollowing, firing—became testimony. Pottery, often relegated to the sphere of craft and the domestic, was weaponized through care: its surfaces told stories, its forms held memory. In that January, the pieces did not merely stand on pedestals; they held court, demanded reckoning, and quietly, insistently, reframed what it means to be a maker who has known battle.