I’ve always been a little strange. Drawn to things most people look away from bones, decay, the quiet beauty of what’s left behind. But for years, I tried to blend in. To be normal, small, acceptable. It didn’t work.
Eventually, the clay found me. The bones followed. What began as curiosity became something sacred a way to speak without words, to honor what still hums beneath the surface. I started working with polymer clay February 2025 and with bones and natural remains a few months later. Every piece I make is a small resurrection, part emotion, part absurd, part memory that refuses to fade.I’m self-taught. No schools, no mentors just obsession, patience, and the urge to give form to the things most people are afraid to touch. This isn’t about perfection. It’s about truth, transformation, and the beauty of what still lingers in the dark.
🦴 Hexed Creations – Where bones remember and clay feels alive.
