Bowls

A bowl is one of those shapes I keep coming back to. Wide, open, made for holding — soup on a cold evening, salad at lunch, a bowl of matcha to ease into the morning.

All of these are wheel-thrown from stoneware, one at a time. The speckled white ones are quiet and neutral, ready to go with almost anything on the table. The blue ombré matcha bowl is something a bit more particular — a shape made for a slower ritual.

I hope one of them finds a permanent place on your shelf.

Jogita