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Wedging
Clay kneaded by hand until it remembers nothing but now.
Small-batch stoneware thrown by hand in a quiet studio. Mugs that fit your palm, bowls that hold breakfast, vases waiting for weekend flowers.
A spring edition — limited run, each piece signed underneath.
Clay kneaded by hand until it remembers nothing but now.
A foot-pedal wheel, two wet hands, thirty minutes of quiet.
Each piece lifted, turned, and given its foot the next day.
Bisque, glaze, and a second trip to 1240°C inside the kiln.
Wheel nights, kiln openings, and the occasional dog.