Studio story
One room, two wheels, a kiln named Doris.
Clay Atelier began in a rented garage with a second-hand wheel and a lot of cracked mugs. Ten years on we still work in the same spirit: small batches, honest glazes, and nothing made to a deadline the clay did not agree to.
Every piece carries a thumb mark where it was lifted from the wheel. We think that is the signature that matters.