I really love throwing mugs. I center a lump of clay on the wheel, shaping it into a well and pulling up the walls with careful pressure. The form rises, its curves refined, and I leave my thumbprint as a quiet signature. My handles start as larger blocks of clay, stretched thin and cut into segments, then attached to the leather-hard cup. I pull them thinner, guiding them into shape—a technique that’s difficult to master. Once attached, I spray the cup with water, wrap it in plastic, and let it rest, allowing the clay to acclimate before its journey continues.
