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Joseph Buchoff

Pottery

Clay under my fingernails.

I sell nothing I didn’t make. Every piece here came off my wheel, one at a time, to be used at real tables: coffee before the trail, meals passed around the fire.

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The pieces

One of a kind. When it’s gone, it’s gone.

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First to know when a batch drops.

Stories from the trail, new pottery before anyone else, and the occasional permission slip. No ask. The life does the talking.