A cement cat statue—one side a messy burst of white splotches on black, like a wild hair day, the other scribbled yellow on black with blue shades. Both sides share a tiny red heart at the center: chaos all around, but the heart stays good.
This little one took me longer than expected to paint—not because I had a plan, but because I didn’t. I loved how the waves and surfer side looked at first, but I thought, “Maybe just a tiny touch more detail…” and, well, chaos followed. I ended up repainting the whole thing.
Lesson learned: don’t fix what isn’t broken.
But here’s the thing—this snail is perfectly imperfect. The shell isn’t a perfect circle. The neck has a few bumps and uneven textures. And I’m okay with that—I love that, actually. These small flaws give each piece a kind of soul. They remind me that handmade art isn’t about precision—it’s about feeling. About being human.
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