+11"H x 7.5"D
High in the Atlas ranges, clay is dug from the earth and worked into forms that sit stout and steady in the palm. The material is dipped in a deep, glassy glaze, a viscous layer of pigment that gathers and pools in the curves. You’ll find no sterile perfection here; the hand-painted streaks are a bit wayward and all the better for it. Whether these pieces keep station on a shelf or hold a few wind-bent stalks from the garden, they function as heartsome bits of company.
