"Creating has always been like breathing to me."
Cassey Johnson
Long before I knew what it meant to be an artist, I was creating.
Whether it was coloring and drawing at the kitchen table or getting completely messy in the pottery studio at school, making things has always felt natural to me. It was never something I had to force. Creating was simply a part of who I was.
My first experience with clay came when I was in first grade. My Sunday school teacher introduced me to it, and I made a little handmade piece that I painted to look like a robin’s nest with a blue egg nestled in the middle.
Around that same time, our class took a field trip to the local college, where I got my first chance to use a pottery wheel. I made what I proudly called a volcano.
My Sunday school teacher, however, called it a candle holder.
I think we were both right. It really was a little of both—because art is often in the eye of the beholder.
I painted it purple, and she eventually gifted it back to me with a skinny candle inside.
That little purple “volcano” and the robin’s nest may seem like simple childhood projects, but the memories mean everything to me. They remind me of where this all began.
Art has always been my way back to myself.
Throughout my life, especially during some of the harder seasons, art has been my therapy. Creating gave me a place to slow down, breathe, process, and find my footing again.
There were times when life felt heavy, and it was art that helped keep me grounded. Somewhere along the way, though, I started believing the lie of the starving artist.
So when I went to college, I chose the safer path. I studied graphic design—a practical way to make a living while still getting to be creative.
And I loved it.
But underneath the design work, my heart was still drawn to painting, pottery, and making things with my hands.
After college, life took me in another beautiful direction.
I became a full-time mom, wife, homemaker, chef, chauffeur, maid, schedule keeper, and household CEO. My days were filled with raising kids, supporting our family, and doing all the little things that make a home and family work.
And I wouldn't trade those years.
But now my kids are older. We're entering the high school years, and for the first time in a long time, there is a little more room to hear that creative voice again.
So I'm making my way back.
Back to the studio.
Back to clay.
Back to paint.
Back to creating, simply because I love it.
Coming back to my first love.
Cassey Johnson Studios is my way of creating space for that first love again—and sharing it with others.
My work moves between pottery, painting, fine art, illustration, and graphic design. I’m drawn to nature, light, texture, imperfect things, and the quiet beauty found in everyday moments.
But more than anything, I want my work to reflect the beauty that can come from healing and growing.
I believe we are all works in progress. That there is beauty in the imperfect places. That sometimes the things that have broken us become part of what makes us beautiful.
And I believe creativity can be part of that healing.
This studio is not just about making beautiful things.
It’s about making space to breathe.
To notice.
To create.
To grow.
And hopefully, to remind someone else to do the same.
A Studio Built for Presence
Every detail of the studio was designed with intention — a place where creative energy flows freely, light is celebrated, and the work of becoming is honored.
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