The rains came early
Two weeks of drizzle means nothing dries. The shelves are full of leather-hard bowls waiting their turn, and we have taken to running a small fan through the night. The next firing moves back by a week.
Wheel classes and small-batch tableware from the hills of Tublay, Benguet.
Six people, two wheels each hour, one long table. You leave with two pieces to trim the following week.
Bowls, cups and serving plates made in runs of twenty to thirty. When a run is gone, it is gone.
We rejoin broken pots with lacquer and brass staples. Send a photo first and we will say if it is worth it.
Classes run on Saturdays and Sundays when the road is dry. Everything is provided: clay, aprons, tools and a pot of coffee that is usually too strong.
Two weeks of drizzle means nothing dries. The shelves are full of leather-hard bowls waiting their turn, and we have taken to running a small fan through the night. The next firing moves back by a week.
We have been testing a local red clay mixed with a little of the white stoneware we buy from the lowlands. It throws beautifully and fires to the colour of strong tea. Six test tiles out of eight survived the kiln, which is a good start.
Every term ends with a table of first pots: lopsided, heavy, completely usable. We keep one from each class on the windowsill. There are forty-one of them now.
Pieces that come out of the kiln with a small flaw — a pinhole, a glaze run, a foot that sits a little proud — go on a shelf by the door. Visitors are welcome to take one home for whatever they think it is worth to them.
We do not post orders overseas and we do not sell through shops. Most of what we make is used within a morning's drive of the studio, and we like it that way.
Write ahead before visiting so someone can open the gate. We read the inbox together in the evenings and answer within two days.
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