The earth here is heavy with iron oxide — no glaze, no slip, only what the riverbank already holds.
Leather-hard vessels are burnished by hand with a smooth stone until the matte grey wakes to graphite.
A sealed kiln starved of oxygen pulls the iron deep — colour arrives as reduction, never as a coat.
Where the stone touched, the piece reads metallic; where it didn't, a velvet shadow holds the form.