ancient art. raw material.
perfectly imperfect.
Wander into the fog far west enough in San Francisco with an open mind seeking reconnection with the earth, and you’ll find yourself wrapped in a sweater with icy, bare feet making impressions on the sand, surrounded by thousands of sand dollars.
Treasures from the sea, washed up by the tide, many even fossilized in clay.
Now is the time to reclaim the art of making things by hand. Knead bread. Steep tea. Light a candle.
Breathe.
Every time you use a piece of sandpetal pottery, know that every part has been spun, pulled, formed, trimmed, and painted by hand.
