A Love That Still Shapes Me... 💜
The wheel keeps turning beneath my hands, and for one impossible moment, I can feel Ricardo guiding them again. His touch is colder than moonlight, yet still as familiar as ever.
The clay remembers every movement… and so does my heart. Some spirits return to haunt us. Mine came back to hold me. 💜👻🏺
My tribute to the unforgettable pottery scene from Ghost.