Myrtle shapes clay with quiet devotion, her hands moving with a rhythm that seems to flow from the earth. Each piece she creates carries a bit of her spirit—imperfect, textured, and unmistakably alive. Myrtle has an endearing habit of giving her pots and bowls names before they’re finished, like “Percy the Vase” or “Lucinda the Mug,” saying it helps them find their true shapes. It’s a small, playful ritual that turns her work into something more: a conversation between artist and creation.