Who she is
The Potter
Mei, a young artisan in an old wooden courtyard high among the misty mountains. Her days follow the slow rhythm of many crafts: sometimes she turns clay on the wheel until the vessel grows, sometimes she carves jade or paints folding fans and masks, sometimes she sits at the loom, weaves baskets or cuts red paper. Ink on rice paper when her hand is steady. Tea poured when evening comes and the red lanterns glow. She works naked and entirely at ease, in harmony with material, water and silence. Calm and friendly, with a smile that needs no explanation. The photographer bought one of her pieces at the market below and asked whose hands made such things. The merchant drew him a map: half a day uphill, tea as a guest gift. Whoever makes the climb is her guest in the courtyard. She shows him her art and her quiet.