Our final pop-up event for 2022 will take place at The Den on Laurel Street December 3rd & 4th from 11am – 5pm. 205 Laurel St. #104 San Diego 92101 (Click for Google Maps) There will be glasswork, ceramics, woodwork, textile and tea utensils for your holiday table. Please join us to browse thoughtfully made craft, and…
Each cup is handmade and therefore will slightly vary in size, color and mogake pattern. The cup you receive may not be identical to the cup in the photos.
Approximately
D3″x H2″
Holds 100 ml /3.4 floz to the brim (usually to serve about 60ml / 2 floz)
Handmade in Tokoname Japan by Yamada Yutaro
Tokoname clay with natural sea kelp markings (Mogake).
“Maples and Ivies Turn Yellow” marks the end of autumn, and this will also be my last essay following the 72 microseasons for 2022. The fast-changing seasons caught up with my slow writing and I need a little more time to write the remaining two seasons. I’ll continue working on them and hope to share…
Wood-fired Ceramics by Kojima Yosuke in our shop -> Deep, shallow, and in almost every conceivable size and form, Japanese food vessels are perhaps the most diverse in the world, and Iga potter Kojima Yosuke creates a staggering variety of them. His outstanding work that uniquely harmonizes with food and flowers has been selected by…
小島陽介 Ceramics Read about Kojima Yosuke ->
Crickets Come to the Door Insects appear several times in the 72 microseasons and many Japanese romantically like to think that this proves the country’s special cultural affinity for bugs. While our ancestors might have adored the chirping of crickets in the deep autumn, most grown-ups in modern Japan are afraid or repulsed by these…
井上愛仁 Glass Read about Naru ->
Waters Dry Up When the sweet smell of orange tea olive flowers waft through the air, it is truly autumn. After the rice is harvested, the paddy fields that were drained in advance slowly dry up into mud cracks. Darkness descends earlier in the evenings and with that, my visits to the fields become few…
White Dew on Grass “If you are going out to play, take your little sister with you,” my mother would occasionally say as I was hastily running out the door after school. When this happened, the sad trombone would play in my head and my exciting plans to explore the rice paddy fields…
Heaven and Earth Become Solemn At the corner of the west entrance to our danchi apartment complex, there was a mini-police station called koban in Japanese. The koban was next to the terminal where the local bus shuttled residents to and from the nearest train station. There were three to four policemen assigned at this…
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