Vessel no. 31
MEDIUM — wood-fired stoneware
DIMS — ø 24 × 31 cm
FIRED — anagama, 2026
STATUS — In storage
The studio celebrates twenty years, sharing stories from its founder and team about chaos, craft.
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If this post reads comfortably on a laptop and a phone without you noticing any of the machinery, the layout is doing its job.
The studio turns twenty this year. To mark it, we sat down with three people who have been here the longest — Mira (founder), Jun (master printer), and Ana (archive) — and asked them to tell the story in their own words. What follows is lightly edited, but the detours are theirs.

How did this place actually start?
It started because I could not afford to frame my own work, so I learned to do it, and then friends asked, and then strangers. There was never a plan. There was a kettle, a guillotine, and a very cold room. — Mira
Jun, you joined in year three. What was it like walking in?
Chaos, but generous chaos. Mira handed me a press I had never seen and said "it likes to be warm, be patient with it." That was the whole training. I am still patient with it. It is still warm. — Jun
There was a stretch where this nearly closed.
Year eleven. We took a wholesale deal to survive and it nearly killed the thing it was meant to save. We were making product, not prints. The deckle edge does not survive a forklift. We pulled out, lost money, and somehow felt rich again. — Mira

Ana, you run the archive. What did that period look like from your corner?
I was cataloguing things faster than we could sell them, which sounds bad but meant we kept everything. That archive is now half our value. The slow years filled the shelves that the good years sell from. — Ana
What is the most underrated tool in the building?
A soft brush and twenty quiet minutes. Most of what people call restoration is just removing what should not be there. The brush does more than any machine. — Jun
And the most overrated?
Anything with the word "workflow" in the manual. The work flows when you pay attention. It stalls when you automate the attention away. — Mira
Make one good thing slowly. Then make it again. Then teach someone else to. — Mira

Last question. Where is this in another twenty years?
Smaller, probably. Better, definitely. Still cold in the mornings. Still warming up the press first. — Jun
Thank you to everyone who has had a print from us, sent us a frame to repair, or just stood quietly in the archive on an open day. Twenty years is a long time to do one thing slowly. We intend to keep going.
You do not need a color science degree to use color well. You need a small vocabulary and a few habits. This is the explainer we wish someone had given us — plain language, no color wheels you have to memorize, just the parts that change your pictures tomorrow.

Forget the textbook for a second. In practice we only talk about three things:
Of these, value is the one beginners ignore and professionals obsess over. A photograph works or fails in black and white first. If the values are muddy, no amount of beautiful hue will save it. Squint at any image until the color blurs away; if it still reads, the bones are good.
Color is the adjective. Value is the verb. — studio note
The fastest way to better color is to use less of it. A scene with two dominant hues and one accent will almost always beat a scene with six competing colors, no matter how carefully "balanced." Decide what your two colors are, then treat every other color as a guest who should not overstay.
Here is how we name and use our working four. We pick a role for each, not just a swatch:
| Name | Role | Use it for |
|---|---|---|
| Ink | Structure | type, edges, the period at the end |
| Navy | Depth | shadow areas that should not go black |
| Olive | Warm neutral | large calm areas, backgrounds |
| Bone | Breathing room | negative space, paper, light |

If two colors argue, a third one is refereeing badly.
That is genuinely most of it. Get value right, limit your hues, and pick a role for each color rather than just a shade. The wheel can wait.
Every few months someone asks, kindly, why we bother. Screens are brighter, sharper, free to share, impossible to lose. Why pour the time and money into ink on a sheet that can tear, fade, and only be in one place at once? Here is the honest answer, at length.

A screen shows you everything; a print shows you one thing. That constraint is not a limitation, it is the gift. To print is to choose — this frame, this size, this paper, this crop — and to be unable to take it back. The friction is the value. A photograph that survived being printed is a photograph someone believed in enough to commit.
The hardest edit is the one you cannot undo. Paper makes every edit that hard. — Mira
This is the part that is genuinely physical and not nostalgia. A screen emits light at you. A print returns the light already in the room. That difference is why a good print changes through the day — warm at breakfast, cool at dusk — while the same image on a phone is identical at every hour and in every room. The print is in conversation with the place it hangs. The screen is indifferent to it.

We are not romantics about cost. Printing is expensive and slow, and we have made peace with selling fewer things more deliberately. But there is a quieter economy too: a print has a single owner and a single place. It cannot be infinitely copied, so it cannot be infinitely cheapened. Scarcity is not a marketing trick here; it is simply what paper is.
Here is the test we actually care about. Will this still be here, looked at, in thirty years? A folder of files survives only as long as someone keeps migrating it across drives and formats. A well-made print on cotton paper, framed behind UV glass, survives because it simply sits on a wall and asks nothing of anyone. We have plates in the archive older than that, still vivid. We have lost more digital work to dead hard drives than we would like to admit.
The most reliable backup we own is a frame on a wall. — archive note
So that is why we bother. Not because paper is better at everything — it is worse at almost everything convenient. We bother because, at the one thing that matters to us, lasting, paper is still unbeaten.
We spent thirty-one days driving a slow loop with one camera between us and a rule: no plan past tomorrow. These are the notes — not a guide, not a highlight reel, just what the month actually felt like, in the order it happened.
The first three days were terrible. We were still on city time, treating each stop as a task to complete. The photographs from week one are all competent and all forgettable. It took until day five, somewhere on a coast road with no signal, for the clock to finally come off.

You cannot photograph a place you are still trying to leave. — road journal, day 5
An entire week of fog. We had driven specifically for big open light and got a wall of grey instead. The instinct was to wait it out, or worse, to drive somewhere "better." Instead we leaned in. Fog removes the background, which removes the decision — suddenly every subject is isolated, graphic, simple. Half the frames we kept from the whole month came from that grey week.


We are landscape people by temperament; we point the camera at things that cannot say no. But week three, almost by accident, became about people — a baker who opened at four, a mechanic who fixed our wheel bearing and refused payment, a kid who insisted on guiding us to a viewpoint that turned out to be his own back garden. None of these are in the frames. All of them are the reason the frames feel warmer.

We could have driven home in a day. We took six. The last week was about not letting it end with a motorway. We retraced nothing, took only roads we had not used, and made a quiet pact to stop at anything that made either of us say "wait." The brakes got a workout.

days : 31
kilometres : 4,180
frames shot : 2,608
frames kept : 41
flat tyres : 1
arguments : 2 (both about coffee)
A month is just enough time to forget what day it is, which is the entire point.
We will do it again next year. Same rule. No plan past tomorrow. If you are thinking about it: go now, go slow, and let the bad weather keep you honest.
A good print badly framed looks worse than a bad print framed well. This is the full guide we hand to anyone who buys from us — the one that turns a kitchen-table afternoon into a frame that will protect the work for thirty years. No special tools, but a few non-negotiable rules.

The frame is the last thing you choose, not the first. Work inward from the wall to the paper:
Frame the paper you have, not the frame you found. — framing room rule #1
Most home framing fails at measuring. Get these four numbers right and the rest is assembly.
image width = the printed area only (not the paper)
paper width = the full sheet, including borders
window opening = image width minus 6mm overlap per side
mat outer size = window opening plus your chosen margin
That 6mm overlap is the single most forgotten detail. The mat window must be slightly smaller than the image so the print has something to sit behind. Cut the window the same size as the image and the print will slip and show a white edge within a season.

Never glue a print down. Never tape it across the top edge with packing tape. The print must be allowed to expand and contract with humidity, or it will cockle (ripple). The correct method is a T-hinge made from gummed linen tape at the top two corners only — the print hangs from these hinges like a curtain.
Work in a dust-free a space as you can manage — a bathroom after a hot shower is ideal, because the steam settles airborne dust. Clean the glazing on both sides, lay it face down, then build the sandwich upward: glazing, mat, hinged print, backing. Hold it to the light at an angle before you seal it; one eyelash trapped under glass will haunt you forever.

Two rules, both about light. First, never opposite a window — even UV glazing is a delay, not a force field, and direct sun will fade anything over years. Second, hang the center of the image at 145cm from the floor. It feels low if you are tall, but it is the height galleries use because it meets the average eye, and a room of pictures hung at one consistent height reads as calm rather than chaotic.
Hang for the room at rest, not for the person standing closest. — framing room rule #9
Every photograph that survives in our archive took longer to make than it looks. Not because the shutter is slow, but because everything that happens before and after it is. This is a long account of one frame — the harbor at dawn — from the night before the alarm to the print on the wall, with every detour that mattered.

We talk about light as if it arrives on schedule. It does not. The evening before a dawn shoot is spent reading three things: the tide table, the wind forecast, and the angle of the sunrise relative to the seawall. If the wind is above twelve knots, the water will not hold a reflection, and the whole reason for going disappears. We have driven two hours and turned around in the car park more than once.
Packing is a ritual we have refined to the point of superstition. One body, two lenses, one tripod, one cloth. The cloth is not optional; sea air leaves a film on the front element within minutes, and a smeared filter ruins more frames than camera shake ever has.
A photograph is mostly a decision about where to stand, made in the dark. — studio note
The mistake every beginner makes — the mistake we still make when we are tired — is arriving exactly on time. On time is too late. The good light at dawn lasts about eleven minutes, and the first four are spent finding your footing, literally, on wet stone. We now arrive forty minutes early and spend the first half hour not photographing at all. We walk. We let our eyes adjust. We watch where the gulls land, because the gulls know where the wind is calm.

Before the light is good, we deliberately make bad pictures. Ten or fifteen of them. It sounds wasteful, but it is the opposite: it clears the obvious compositions out of the system. The postcard shot, the centered horizon, the lighthouse dead in the middle — make them, look at them, delete them. By the time the color arrives you are no longer reaching for the obvious, because you already used it up.
When it comes, it comes fast. The sky behind the seawall went from grey to a bruised orange in under two minutes. We had pre-focused on the third bollard and set exposure for the water, not the sky, because a blown highlight in the sky can be recovered and a muddy reflection cannot. Then it is just rhythm: breathe, wait for the swell to flatten, release on the pause between waves.

People assume the editing is where the photograph is "fixed." It is not. If the frame needs fixing, it is not the frame. Our edit on the harbor picture took under four minutes: a small lift in the shadows under the wall, a touch less saturation in the orange (the camera always exaggerates a sunrise), and a careful crop that removed a distracting buoy on the left edge. That is all. The restraint is the craft.
If you find yourself editing for an hour, you took the wrong picture an hour ago. — Mira
A photograph that only looks good on a screen is not finished; it is backlit. Paper has no backlight. It returns only the light in the room. So the last step — the one that takes days because the paper has to settle — is the proof print. We pin it to the studio wall and ignore it for forty-eight hours. If we still like it on the third morning, it earns a place. The harbor frame earned its place.

None of this is about the harbor. It is about the unglamorous truth that good work is mostly waiting, walking, and deleting — and that the eleven minutes anyone can see are carried by the hours nobody does. We are not fast. We have made our peace with that. The long way is the only way we know that keeps producing pictures we are willing to put our name under.

If you take one thing from this: arrive early enough to do nothing, and leave the moment the light does. The rest is just paying attention.
Color isn't decoration — it's grammar. Here's how we name ours.




If two colors argue, a third is refereeing badly.
Mix by role, not by hue.
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If everything above renders, embeds are solid.

Everything ships from Seoul within two business days.

Three days, one bolt of Belgian linen, no studio strobes.

We wanted the wrinkles to tell time.
No ranking. Just the ones we kept coming back to.





Q: You turned down a wholesale deal last year. Why?
Because the work would have become a product instead of a print. The deckle edge doesn't survive a forklift.
Q: What's the most underrated tool here?
A soft brush and twenty quiet minutes. Most "restoration" is just removing what shouldn't be there.
Q: Advice for someone starting out?
Make one good thing slowly. Then make it again.
Our repeatable setup for flat artwork — copy it exactly.
ISO 100
f/8 (sharpest on our 90mm macro)
1/160s
WB: 5200K, tint -3

Consistency beats cleverness. Same numbers, every time.

We filmed a quiet walkthrough — no narration, just the machines.
Humidity control is the unglamorous heart of the craft.
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There is a particular hush in a room hung with letterpress and risograph work. Ink sits on the page, not in it.

"A print is a rumor of the plate that made it." — studio note

We restore, we don't repaint. Every blemish that survives is a fingerprint.
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