Art Adventure

I was born from the earth, a terrestrial substance, initially unaware that my destination was to be created and formed by the hands of a pot...

wooden handmade the fort ounce changeable in a young eight year old mind was it a ship, sky rocket, house, or even a jungle tent know body c...

clear content liquid yet to the human touch nothing

As she throws the clay Knocking firmly into place She man-handles it violently Push and Push Until she brings it in to center She roughly pu...

My day is filled with giggles With innocent baby faces looking at me With eyes so big They lay and sit on the floor loving the squishy block...

My secret place is my escape from reality. When I am stressed I take it out on my creativity. I Slap the clay over and over, producing diffe...

This was just a short poem I wrote at school today. Tell me what you think! One story One time in my life One breath on his neck ...