The clay in Iowa is very good quality, so I’ve been told. Maybe that’s why it seems like everyone I knew there–at one time or another–spent time at the wheel, and my life was filled with beautiful & useful ceramics. I have a pieces at home but I’ve moved so much that some got lost, or broke, or I left behind for safe keeping.
Pictured, some cups I wanted from Akar last time I was there.
