Cream-colored ceramic dish and cups with brown speckles, a small seashell, and a dried flower on a white cloth.

There’s a quiet beauty in roughened simplicity, in not overthinking or over complicating, not striving for perfection.

Hi I'm Lara, I recently relocated from the wild isle of Tasmania, Australia, to the equally wild and beautiful south Cornish coastline. Two lives oceans apart, but so intrinsically connected by nature's palette. In both worlds I have pockets full of shells, and salted sea on my skin.

I like to make ceramics that feel a part of nature, something you find washed up on the tideline, moulded by years of crashing waves or patina-ed by weather and sun. I find so much beauty in perfect imperfection, undone forms, wobbly contours pressed with shells, unpredictable speckles cast by fire. Functional ware with emotion. Part of a bigger story to tell.

A coffee cup is more than a vessel, its form and texture kissed by morning light, casting sleepy shadows across a wooden table. A candlestick lights two lovers faces, deep in conversation.

I hope in turn my little pieces of clay can become a part of your story too.

˜ Laraloo

Assorted seashells displayed on a table next to a handwritten note that reads, 'Pockets full of shells, salted sea on my skin.'