The signature · one ridgeline
A firing reads as one curve, not a wall of widgets.
Saggar lays the whole firing along a single temperature ridge that climbs, soaks, and falls. The curve is the page; the phases are just where you stand on it.
The recipe book
Every batch, kept as a ledger of parts.
Glazes live as honest line-item recipes — feldspar, silica, whiting — with one decision wearing the colour and the rest staying clay-neutral until they matter.
The single coral moment
Coral is spent exactly once per firing — on the soak where the cone bends. No coloured rails, no confetti, no rainbow status.
Numbers fired in serif
Temperatures and parts are set in a display serif so a reading carries the weight of a fired mark, never a thin spreadsheet cell.
Warm bone, not cold white
The whole ledger sits on a toasted bone-clay ground; porcelain slabs lift above a recessed well, the way ware sits in a saggar.
After the cool
Seafoam settles over the work already weathered.
When a firing finishes its slow descent, its record turns seafoam — cooled, logged, and quiet. The colour reassures; it never competes with the one decision still ahead.