Grimsby doesn’t speak much - not with words, anyway. But if you sit with him long enough, you’ll understand everything he’s seen.
This silent traveller hails from the misty fringes of the Borderlands - a place where old stories sleep under moss and trees remember your name. With ears tuned to wind and stars, Grimsby moves quietly through the world, observing more than most and carrying those memories in the folds of his weathered clay.
He’s the kind of soul you find sitting at the edge of a clearing just after dusk. Watching. Listening. Waiting.
Grimsby began, like most of the Sculpted Souls, as a humble sketch - a soft pencil line marking a broad nose, sloped shoulders, and thoughtful gaze. From there, he took shape in slow, layered stages. His form was hand-built in one sitting, textured with fingertip marks and old cloth. His fur was coaxed out using slip and sponge, then burnished just slightly to give him a lived-in presence.
The glaze was applied sparingly - an earthy palette with hints of storm-soaked bark and a matte finish that feels like warm stone. When fired, the colour settled into the creases of his face and fur, bringing out a quiet strength I hadn’t fully seen until then.
He’s solid, yes - but also full of stillness. You get the sense that Grimsby doesn’t need to prove anything. He’s already lived through the story.
Grimsby’s is simple but deep: you don’t have to roar to be powerful.
He reminds me of those people who don’t speak often, but when they do, everyone listens. He carries the kind of presence that settles a room. A watchful protector. A keeper of dreams. A reminder to be still and notice.
I made Grimsby in one of those early spring weeks when everything still felt a little uncertain, and I think he carried that space - of patience, of trust—into the kiln with him.
Grimsby is for someone who values the quiet companions. Someone who doesn’t need constant chatter, who knows the magic of sitting with a cup of tea and letting silence do the talking.
He’s ready now. Glazed, fired, and finished.
Waiting for the right windowsill, or bookshelf, or bedside table to call home.