A Bowl of Memory and Flame

Turkish ceramic bowls are far more than vessels for lentils or salad, they are living vessels of memory, resonating with generations of artisans, poets, and peasants. Dating back to the Seljuk and Ottoman courts, these gayly enamelled dishes still speak of the craftsmen who mixed mineral and earth with their breath, their opulent kitchens, and their long caravans Making the bowl is still.

after all these centuries, a slow prayer. The potter kneads the clay until it is still, then throws it with a single, practiced breath. The glazing is a quiet dance of cobalt that the fire will turn electric, tulip red that will sing under the sun.

Such bowls are kissed, not pressed; they carry the thumbprint of a single life; they are posted to the world with all the hesitations of a letter still scented with the ink of memory.