Obscuria Made
Where pottery tells stories
I have always loved folklore, I feel it gives me a link to the history of a place, and ties me to my home, my family, my ancestors and the world around me so as my pottery skills developed it was only natural for me to use my love of folklore and tales as source for inspiration for what I make.
If you are interested in buying something from my Obscuria Made range, please head over to my Etsy store, I have sections for all my pottery in that store, including my LBC pots too.
Deep beneath the streets of Paris, where the air is thick with silence, a lost mason once wandered the catacombs, seeking an exit that never came. By the flickering light of his lantern, he traced symbols on the damp stone, hoping they would guide him home. But as the flame dimmed, whispers rose from the bones stacked high, voices of the restless dead. When searchers found his body years later, his hand was still outstretched, pointing toward a passage unknown. To this day, they say if you listen closely in the tunnels, you can hear his footsteps, forever searching for the way out.
Beneath the rolling waves, where the sun fades to darkness, an ancient octopus lurks among a hoard of sunken gold and Gems. Sailors whisper of Akkorokamui, the giant cephalopod of legend, said to drag entire ships into the abyss. But not all know the truth—that a piece of its spirit lingers in a lone crimson octopus, guarding the lost riches of those it once claimed. Many have tried to steal the treasure, but none return, for the creature’s tentacles move like living shadows, and the last thing a diver sees is her great, unblinking eyes before the sea swallows them whole
They say that deep in the woods, where mushrooms bloom in perfect circles, treasures lie hidden beneath the earth. But beware—these are no ordinary rings, but the doorways of the Fair Folk. Long ago, a greedy thief dared to dig beneath one, unearthing a chest of gold and crystlas. Laughing, he filled his pockets, but as he turned to leave, the mushrooms had grown taller, the trees twisted and unfamiliar. No path led home, only deeper into the woods. To this day, his ghost is said to wander near the ring, warning those who come too close: take the gold, and you may never leave.
