IM NOT GOOD AT LONG STORY SHORT SO HERES MY SHORT STORY LONG OF WHY I STARTED MAKING THESE DOMES/CLOCHES
I didn’t start making cloches because I thought they’d be pretty. I started because I didn’t know how else to make sense of everything I’d been through. After trauma, you get used to living in survival mode — so much so that when I finally slowed down, I realized I’d been carrying around the voices of my abusers as if they were my own. It was heavy. It was ugly. And I needed a way to let it out.
So, I turned to cloches. Some people bake bread, some run marathons — I make death and life hold hands. Each one became its own little story: Cloches are a way to put your story in your hands, they're visual reminders you can have parts of you die and can still cherish what you lost as you build a new life.
Making these taught me that I could create something beautiful from the pieces of myself I once thought were broken. And now I want to share them — not just as art, but as reminders: that healing doesn’t look perfect, that life and death sit side by side, and that sometimes the strangest things can become the most sacred.
And because I cope with humor, I’ll just say it: I basically turned my skeletons into shelf décor so you can keep yours where they belong — buried.
Welcome to Cloche Cutie. Strange, beautiful, a little unhinged… just like healing.