Tequila Cups and Tree-Lined Streets: Pottery from Mexico City
We went to Mexico City for my birthday—me, Peter, and Dave, who'd been living there for a year and promised us things we couldn't get...

Oaxacan black clay, Colombian terracotta, Cuban workshop finds. New World ceramics with deep roots.
We went to Mexico City for my birthday—me, Peter, and Dave, who'd been living there for a year and promised us things we couldn't get...
The pharmacies had no drugs. The restaurants served a quarter of their menus. And if you needed a taxi to the airport, you booked it days in advance—because the...
Not all my pottery comes from overseas. It's tempting to think handmade objects require exotic origins. But Americans shape clay too. We always have. We'd taken...