Our daily bowl

When the potter shapes the clay, he does so thanks to the plasticity that the right amount of water gives it. The exact point of humidity, accor...

It could be said that the clay with which the potter works measures its time in water. Long before, when it was latent, giving us soil as part o...

We expect the mouth of a bowl to follow an ideal, uniform circumference, just as we dream of circles: perfect, with a smooth perimeter and rigor...

Originally, the pottery could not have been discovered without the probably fortuitous contact with fire. The exact way in which our species cam...

The ways of doing it can —and surely should— change, evolve, the result of adaptation to a medium that inexorably moves through inscrutable time...

It is possible that what we truly are is what can never be taken from us. The potter is not, then, by his wheel; as the monk is not by his habit...

Even if you think you believe, you co-create. From the shape with its curves and thicknesses, to the materials with their textures and colors, g...

Sliding our fingers over the face of a ceramic bowl, placing our lips next to his, discovering through touch what surface characterizes him, we ...

At first, one thinks that he is going to make a bowl. And it does. Then another. Day after day. Suddenly, there comes a time when you wonder whe...

The mud paints the skin the color of my brothers; magical power and happy hands that are well dressed in Indian, Nordic, Oriental or African ton...

Pleasure, patience, knowing how to enjoy her, enjoying by her side. See your hands full of soft mud. Appreciate the contrast of its colors with ...

Where is the limit of a named figure? A piece of pottery that we call a bowl, if it were too wide, would better be called a plate. And if it wen...