Prismatic Alchemy

In the crucible of color, where dreams ignite, A symphony of clay and light takes flight. Each form a whisper, each hue a song, A journey through the labyrinth of the soul, so strong. The candles flicker, guiding the way, Through the shadows of the night, they play. Shapes emerge, both bold and meek, A testament to the hands that speak. The vibrant hues, a tapestry of thought, Weave stories of the heart, both torn and wrought. The textures dance, a tactile embrace, A reminder that in creation, we find grace. This is not just art, but a mirror of the self, A reflection of the soul, both fierce and gentle. In the alchemy of clay and light, we find, The essence of transformation, the heart unbound, refined.