Mia Kunyo

Mia Kunyo Ceramic artist. Today is a good day.

Clay, light, and home — a living ecosystem of beautiful decay, mending, and experimentation, where each piece carries the traces of hands, fire, and the quiet rhythms of life

May snippets.When editing, I find these little bits of gold buried in my audiobooks—words needing replay. The universe r...
05/16/2026

May snippets.

When editing, I find these little bits of gold buried in my audiobooks—words needing replay.

The universe really is magic like that, everywhere. I love it.

Something’s up with the audio on this IG post—it’s been glitching for days, even after a phone reboot. On my end, it’s blending the soundtrack from a video we filmed about asking our future selves questions with an audiobook looping in the background. Total overlap.

It is what it is. Always ✌️

Also—birthday month. I’m 47 🤓. This year has left me speechless; I’ve processed more than ever, and with vast clarity. It’s left me speechless. More someday 🫶

05/05/2026

This is one to hear. 👂

Ever notice how some tasks get done when you’re not even trying? Case in point: unloading the dishwasher or reading a novel while he’s putting on shoes 🤓.

It’s great to fit into every nook and cranny the to-dos; yet, maybe not for us all, all the time.

I’d like to start doing less 🤔

04/30/2026

Enjoying the sun. Processing recent awareness to big stuff. Grateful for mud 🙃

Happy spring, keep growing 🌻

Big love over here! Fine tuning the newbies. Happy spring 🌻
04/17/2026

Big love over here! Fine tuning the newbies. Happy spring 🌻

04/15/2026

Shop drop ✨ “Oops” cups 😍

This experiment took months to make it to the kiln, and while they didn’t turn out exactly as planned, there’s still so much to love. I almost love the black bleeding (and it’s fixable). The warping was expected and something I can workout for sure.

The crackle glaze? Zero crackle… big thumbs down 👎

Nothing in life is perfect; thankfully 💫

Snag one of these perfectly imperfect pieces while they’re available “discount drop” Cloud Walking Coffee

Ring restock coming soon 👍

04/01/2026

Life as it is.

Different levels of reality…

Morning looks like smashed potatoes on a rainbow river of cuddles, reheated coffee, and clay under my nails.

Two ASD minds building a life that doesn’t always fit the mold—but we make our own.

These cups… these bodies… a little distorted, a little circus-like—
just like the way life bends and stretches us.

Planting seeds where we can. In the dirt. In the art. In each other.

03/12/2026

The potter’s cat.
Sits on everything. Supervises nothing.

Claims to be a powerful witch.
And… I do believe her without doubt. Do you see that 🤍





03/06/2026

Me: I feel I did nothing this week.

My ADHD brain: ran 47 mental marathons, started 12 tasks, solved 3 random problems, and forgot to eat more then once this week.

Bathrooms stayed clean, home cooked dinners, hot breakfast every morning and cat barf was vanquished!

Solo parenting crash deserved ✨💪

I love you Friday 🍿

Sketches finding their way. From paper, to surface, to what’s coming next.Some of these drawings have already landed in ...
02/09/2026

Sketches finding their way. From paper, to surface, to what’s coming next.

Some of these drawings have already landed in different places.

Others are still finding their way onto clay.

Follow along as I figure out where they land next.





This cup holds her ..not the person exactly, but the fragments of her that color still remembers. The blues she wore lik...
02/05/2026

This cup holds her ..
not the person exactly, but the fragments of her that color still remembers. The blues she wore like quiet rebellions, the yellows that spilled laughter into rooms, the reds that came alive only in passing moments— all held here, swirling in the curve of this cup. I lost her not to death, but to time, to memory fading like chalk in rain. Yet every sip pulls her back, briefly, vibrantly, as if color itself can summon what words cannot.

Testing a new pathway.My studio sits just across the property,but two feet of unplowed snow meant improvising—tent stake...
02/05/2026

Testing a new pathway.

My studio sits just across the property,
but two feet of unplowed snow meant improvising—
tent stake as slab roller.
Small victories.





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South Bend, IN
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