Description

Born from fire held past 1300°C, each piece in this collection carries its maker’s hand — pressed, shaped, and never repeated. Three motifs, eight pieces, each one holding its own quiet story.

White Flower — Hand-fired stoneware, each carrying its own small constellation of white blossoms pressed into the clay by hand, no two arrangements alike. This is the cup you reach for when the house has finally gone quiet: the last child asleep, the last dish put away, five minutes that belong to no one but you.

Persimmon — The persimmon ripens slowly, quietly, long after the rest of the orchard has moved on, and there is something in that patience worth holding onto. Each cup is pressed by hand with its own persimmon in relief, heavy and warm against the clay. For the woman who gives the ripest of herself to everyone else first, and rarely saves anything for later.

Tulip — A single tulip, caught mid-opening, pressed into the clay before the fire took hold. It is the shape of something just beginning, the way a morning feels before anyone else is awake, before the day has asked anything of you yet.

Only five of each piece exist. Once sold, they do not return.

Hand-fired stoneware, gilded rim, 70–80ml.