Reshaped by the Potter

Reshaped by the Potter

I never expected clay to teach me how to live. But these days, as my hands sink into wet mud at the wheel, I can feel God’s hands on me too—pressing, guiding, reshaping. It wasn’t always this way. For years, I lived in graphics, words, and deadlines. I was a corporate...
Why you need art

Why you need art

“You gotta have art” read the bright yellow button that my upbeat, energetic teacher wore on her smock, along with a poster hanging on the door to my favorite hideaway from the halls and hangouts of high school. Those words formed me, shaped me, and taught...