This piece is dipped in a slip made from wild clay I foraged along the banks of the Magdalena River, near Barranquilla, the city where I grew up in Colombia. The Magdalena is one of South America’s great rivers, and its sediment carries millennia of geological memory. When fired, this clay transforms into something unexpected: a surface that is simultaneously matte and metallic, catching light in a way that feels more mineral than ceramic.

Rather than a conventional glaze, the Colombian clay acts as both decoration and story, a thin skin of my origins laid over the body of my daily studio practice.

The form itself is built from reclaimed stoneware, a blend of studio scraps and recycled clay that carries the history of my making practice within it. No two batches are ever quite the same, giving each piece a quietly individual character from the start.

Two geographies in one object: the river of my childhood and the clay scraps of my life in Vienna.

Each piece is a collaboration between the earth and my craft: wild, authentic, and utterly unique.

If you want to read more about the Magdalena River foraging experience, you can read my blog post here.