I’m laurin aka Lola.

In may 2025 i realized pottery is really cool.

I was spending a lot of time rotting, scrolling, wasting time, staying numb. I was being nice to myself, saying there’s a season for everything, that this was a season of rest. But it was more than that. I was very depressed, and I knew I needed to find a creative outlet. I always have one, and at that point, I didn’t.

I took a pottery class. Then another. I became fixated, bought a cheap wheel, and couldn’t stop. I went through 200 pounds of clay in the first month of having it. I spent my rent money on a nicer pottery wheel. (I have a very addictive personality.)

Working with clay demands mindfulness, mind–body connection, patience, acceptance, non-attachment. It forces me to slow down and think about every small movement, because each one matters. At any point in the process a pot can collapse, crack, or literally explode. I have to be okay with losing something I really liked, and be grateful that I can try again.

Fucking up and fixing it has been a very consistent theme in my life. So pottery felt natural.