Northern Light: A Bowl from Stockholm
Stockholm surprised me. I expected cold efficiency, Scandinavian reserve, a city of blonde people minding their own business. What I found was designed within an inch of its life—but...
Hills, Waves, and Ceramics: Pottery from Lisbon and Nazaré
Lisbon is hills. I cannot overstate this. Every direction involves climbing or descending at angles designed to destroy your calves and your confidence simultaneously. I was wrong, of course. The...
Arabic Script and Mountain Views: A Bowl from Amman
I left the bowl in the bathroom at Amman's airport. Set it on the counter while washing my hands, then walked straight to my gate without it. The...
