A diversion in clay
It all began with a trip to the Wizarding World. My love for Harry Potter was, and still is, all consuming. Like a good tourist and cog in the great machine that is our economy I purchased souvenirs for myself and my family...
It began with a Funko. A little Harry Potter funko all bespectacled and wide eyed. Waving his wand just like the first time in Ollivander's. I was hooked. I was obsessed. I needed more. But where were my favorite literary characters? Where were the many centuries loved authors? Why was the vast, rich world of books being passed over?
It began with a phone call. One I was expecting. One that so many other had received before me. I lost my job. And I was happy. What? You say. How can losing your only source of income be a pleasant thing? How can you go against all that society says you should do and not grieve the loss of a wonderful job that pays the bills and then some? How can you not want a job you spent four long years of studies working towards? Well.. I say. I found art. I found a community devoted to the reading, the loving, the obsessing over all things literary. Anything and everything novel being discussed by a diverse group of readers from around the world. I was hooked. I was obsessed.
It began with a box of clay. An ordinary block, nothing special to look at. But once my love for the written word and the desire to see my beloved literary characters standing in front me collided it became something special, something I loved. Something of an obsession.
My love for creating has expanded since that very first custom. I always like to think art is a very fluid thing. And sometimes our interests in what to create flows in that same pattern. Right now my love for enamel items is unparalleled, but next year who knows? What I do know is my passion for books has lasted me these short 29 years, and I don't expect them to go anywhere for the rest of my life.
And that, my dear friends, is why I am here still today. Making things for all you fellow book nerds, no matter what it may be. Welcome, welcome to my haven.