Tetsuya carries the hush of time. Quiet, steady, and weathered by invisible forces. Its glaze is subdued, a cool convergence of gray-blue tones, speckled with small silver-rimmed crystals that shimmer softly like light glancing off volcanic stone. The surface is deeply textured, cratered and pitted like the relic of a falling star, each indentation a whisper of heat and pressure. Stillness, depth, and the patient unfolding of form and fire. A tea bowl for moments of solitude and grounded ritual.
