05/14/2026
There’s something poetic about glazing pottery beneath the old carport of our 1920’s gas station building. These days it’s student work drying in the breeze, buckets of glaze, and our resident goddess Oceana bringing one-day class pieces to life — but we can’t help wondering what this space has seen before us.
Cars pulling in for fuel. Road trips up the coast. Maybe a thousand ordinary moments that disappeared with the decades.
We love this building for that — and we love that we get to share this space with our community.