Mud, Memory, and the Potters of Bhaktapur
Hands dip into the mud, gliding through the clay. Passers-by stop to watch, and sometimes to try it themselves. This...
Hands dip into the mud, gliding through the clay. Passers-by stop to watch, and sometimes to try it themselves. This...
The comforting, earthy aroma of freshly fired pottery fills the room. The silky, gritty sensation of handling the clay calms...