Clay that remembers the forest, lines etched like bark in autumn light. Surfaces that recall the shimmer of stones in water, textures gathered from nature’s quiet palette.
Each vessel is not an imitation, but a conversation with its surroundings, adopting hues, embracing rhythms, bridging earth and hand, inspiration and form.
White stone, quiet and unadorned. Its stillness carried into form, becoming plate, becoming cup.
Each shape a different reflection, yet all holding the same essence, textures softened, edges refined, nature’s presence translated for the table.
From the hush of trees, from the textures of bark and leaf, a vessel is shaped to echo the quiet of a walk in nature.
Green tones, earthy lines, holding the memory of paths and seasons, translating stillness into clay, so the table carries a trace of the forest.
