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I throw stoneware in a small shared studio at the end of a lane: pots meant to be used hard, washed carelessly, and kept for decades. Everything here is made slowly, one wheel, one pair of hands.
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I own tea bowls from three continents and June's are the ones I reach for every morning. The cobalt has a depth photographs simply refuse to carry.
Olive Hartman Collector
She made forty place settings for our dining room and no two are identical — which is exactly the point. Guests ask about the plates before the menu.
Rafael Costa Restaurant ownerSix weeks ago I couldn't centre a lump of clay. Last night I ate soup from a bowl I made, and I'm not sure a store-bought bowl will ever feel right again.
Dee Lin StudentEvery pot on these shelves has been held a hundred times before it reaches you — wedged, thrown, trimmed, glazed, fired, and turned over in my hands looking for the flaw. If it's here, it passed.
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New students want to throw on day one. We spend the first hour pushing clay across a canvas table instead, and it teaches everything.
Two hundred firings in, I still circle the kiln like it’s a locked exam hall. Here’s what the nerves are actually for.