Travel · pottery
Pots, by the place they came from.
Every piece kept has a city under it. Sorted here the way they're shelved at home — by region, then by the place I was when the clay came up.
Africa.
Maghreb medinas, pottery cooperatives, and the long wandering days that the old cities reward. Seven years, five visits, a shelf of pots.
Fes
Morocco
The medina that refuses to be hurried. Seven years, five visits, a shelf of pots and a growing vocabulary in Darija. The first city that taught me that getting lost is the point.
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Asia.
Island time and volcanic clay — the first shelf from the archipelago, with more to come as the archive moves east.
Bali
Indonesia
Ubud studios and volcanic clay — rice terraces in the morning, beach clubs by dark, and the first shelf of ceramics from the islands.
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Europe.
The longest thread in the archive — Iberian kitchens, Aegean glazes, Nordic winter light, Catalan studios. Thirteen cities, one continent, still returning.
Barcelona
Spain
Gràcia mornings, Raval dusk, and a bookshop loop that keeps returning. Home for a semester, and the one city where I threw my own clay — twice, with two different teachers.
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Catalonia
Spain
Out past Barcelona — small towns, stone farmhouses, and a ceramic with Mediterranean design elements found on a quiet afternoon drive.
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Lisbon
Portugal
A week of bookshops, reread. Tile fragments, tram windows, and pottery from Alfama that carries the Atlantic light home.
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Madrid
Spain
La Latina on a Sunday, a dinner that stayed, and terracotta cups from a little studio behind the Reina Sofía.
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Prague
Czechia
Four winters. A working notebook on the smallness of Malá Strana. Cold streets, warm soup, and a vase with carved abstract designs.
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Santorini
Greece
The Cycladic glaze notebook — a white that isn't a white. Steep paths and a pottery that survives the suitcase.
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Sardegna
Italy
Island kilns near Oliena. A terra sigillata I couldn't replicate at home, and a summer that felt borrowed from somewhere else.
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Stockholm
Sweden
Södermalm studio visits — pale, winterlight pieces. A tea bowl in matte white and pale lavender glaze, the quietest object on the shelf.
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Americas.
Caribbean walls and Andean altitude — terracotta from Mexico City, volcanic clay from Quito, folk ceramics from Cartagena, and the valleys back home.
Cartagena
Colombia
Slow afternoons inside the wall, a Getsemaní studio, and a folk-art ceramic that carries the whole Caribbean into the apartment with it.
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Havana
Cuba
An afternoon in Centro, a rooftop at La Guarida, and a hand-sculpted ceramic sphere that traveled back in a rolled-up shirt. Empty pharmacies and Ernesto.
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Mexico City
Mexico
Terracotta and tortilla — Roma Norte notes, a studio visit near Coyoacán, a set of tequila cups brought home for a birthday.
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Quito
Ecuador
Andean blues, a clay that wouldn't settle, and a speckled cup bought near San Francisco church at 9,350 feet.
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Shenandoah Valley
USA
Valley mornings. A reset — and the rustic American pottery with an earthy glaze that closes the gap between travel and home.
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Middle East.
Levantine hills and coastlines — Arabic calligraphy on an Amman bowl, a Tel Aviv cup the color of the sea, histories sitting close to the surface.
Amman
Jordan
A city of pale limestone hills and three-a.m. prayer calls. A studio city that rewards return trips — Jabal al-Weibdeh mornings, Rainbow Street dusk, one bowl retrieved from an airport bathroom.
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Tel Aviv
Israel
Mediterranean blue, salt in the clay. A street fair and a cup with a glossy blue interior — the beach city that counters Jerusalem's gravity.
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