Tiara Designs

I worked the clay until it unfolds.
A personality a story told.
I knead it with care, working my hands.
Trying to create visions from my minds eyes.
Thinking I have control to find it controls me.
Treasures captured, moments frozen in time.
The clay begs to become what it wants to become.
Screaming to be what it will be.
A piece of my soul poured into every little creature.
I tried to hone the clay, to find it polishing me.
Creating Nymphs, Mermaids, Princess’s
An angel for children, they never received her.
I, studied human anatomy, it studies me.
I am merely a student of life, who designs little gifts.
My heart poured in, searching and finding a key to life.
Breathing in clay, I am molded by a greater master.
Flowing within me, the form learned is I am a fool of art.
Who has found, I am always out mastered.
“All art is vanity.”