One of two orchid planters that were commissioned.

Hello again
This is made of porcelain, at the moment it is 7X7.
The black swirls are not glaze or slip of any kind it is acrylic paint that will burn off in the kiln. (So why did you use it?) To give me a guide while I punch the holes in to get the desired design.
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-TY-
Silvaan Ruth

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New stuff to be sold!

Hello, I am back again. I got Microwave Popcorn Makers and mugs.

More to come as it comes. 😀

-thank you-
Silvaan Ruth

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New Tea Lights

I am going to be selling my work at a local market and these are some of the new tea lights that will be there. Nervous, and hopeful that things go well. Hope all is well with everyone. It has been a while since I have been posting here. Hopefully, I will be posting more with you all. 😀

-thank you-
Sivaan Ruth

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Poem From MTWYS: Fourth Grade Evaluation

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Fourth Grade Evaluation

I remember bits and pieces of it.
The pattern she showed me,
I could not decipher then,
now has faded completely.

What I remember the most
was how my mother fished for
more of an answer than just,
“I am a ‘learning disability.’”
I remember how the woman answered

voice rushed as if, overheard,
she would be fired.
“Twenty years ago your daughter
would be severely dyslexic.”

Now I’m weirder than ever.
Now I’m a stupid girl with a fancy label.
I am in this world where I am weird,
created for the teasing of my peers.

I don’t want to be weird.
I want to be me, but
who am I at this desk
if not a weird dyslexic?
My mother however, told me when I asked,
“What does ‘dyslexic’
mean?”

“It means you have to be
really smart to be dyslexic.”
She said.

Sadly, the good things said
are often drowned out by the bad…

for I was a Learning Disability
to everyone who taught me.
“Hopeless”, they thought as they threw out
my test scores to make their
school look smarter.

Thrown into a room with two others
that knew no other label. Really,
just a learning disability?

Pulled out of class
to do work with the Special teacher…
Now I am special? Another way of saying
now I am a weird-stupid-learning-disability.

Another would tell my mother I was…”So severe”
that I would never learn to write or read.

Never amount to anything…
you stupid-weird-learning-disabled-
freak…is all I heard.

By Silvaan Ruth
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