The studio, a converted boathouse outside A Coruña, smells of woodsmoke and wet clay. "The fire decides as much as I do," says the potter of these wood-fired vessels, each glazed by the unpredictable kiss of ash.
Letting go
That surrender is hard-won — a training in architecture still shadows every gesture toward precision.
You set the conditions, and then you let go.
The results are vessels that seem to hold the memory of the flame that made them.