I'm Ceramics, and I am still taking shape. You may find me in a tucked-away studio corner, quietly becoming more cat-shaped by the hour. The humans are watching my edges soften, my glaze appear, my tiny masterpiece self decide what kind of vessel I plan to be in public. Please do not poke the clay. I require patience, warmth, and a room that does not behave like a dropped mug. My personality is still in the kiln, but there are already signs of texture, little cracks of curiosity, and one handle forming where bravery might go.