These mugs were inspired by my time living in the South West.
The desert is a different place. It’s hard. Full of color. Flowers pop up places they shouldn’t be. They’re exhibitionists. “Hey look at me!”
Raged, savage. A little dit dusty, a little bit dramatic.
Have you ever seen an oasis? It will make you cry.
Bare clay is beautiful. It’s impossibly smooth. Wonderful to touch.
Thrown and altered there’s a lot of sweet dimples for your fingers.
Mindful touching. Daily rituals.
Find romance in making tea.
Each piece has its own rhythm. Thats the beauty of the handmade baby. What can they say to you?
The desert is a different place. It’s hard. Full of color. Flowers pop up places they shouldn’t be. They’re exhibitionists. “Hey look at me!”
Raged, savage. A little dit dusty, a little bit dramatic.
Have you ever seen an oasis? It will make you cry.
Bare clay is beautiful. It’s impossibly smooth. Wonderful to touch.
Thrown and altered there’s a lot of sweet dimples for your fingers.
Mindful touching. Daily rituals.
Find romance in making tea.
Each piece has its own rhythm. Thats the beauty of the handmade baby. What can they say to you?
