Stories from the Road: Hands That Teach
In Seagrove, North Carolina, a potter traced his thumbprint along a jar rim and said, “This is how my grandmother checked thickness.” Ten minutes became an hour, and we left with more than pottery—permission to slow down and notice purposeful touch.
Stories from the Road: Hands That Teach
Southwest sunlight poured across a santero’s bench as he carved a cedar figure, explaining pigments ground from earth and cochineal. He spoke softly about mentorship, then urged us to visit a neighbor’s studio, reminding us that craft thrives within generous communities.