
— — the geometry the sea leaves behind.
“A grid of shallow pans on the northern half of the island, worked since at least the seventh century and expanded by Cistercian monks from the twelfth, then by the families who hold the trade now. About a hundred sauniers still rake by hand. The squares fill and dry through summer, and by August the surface holds white crusts that get skimmed off before they sink. This is fleur de sel, the salt that only forms on hot, still days. From above the marshes read as a patchwork of pink, white and brown rectangles. From the path through them the horizon is mostly sky.

Each tile is finished by hand in our Knoxville studio. Artwork is slowly infused into the ceramic surface under high heat and pressure, and rests beneath a thin glossy finish. The colour lives in the surface, not on top of it.
Pick any four 4-inch tiles — National Parks you've been to, a Smokies set, the four seasons of one place. $ for a set of , cork-backed, ready to live on the table.
Each tile ships in a kraft box, tied with cream ribbon, with a handwritten note from the studio if you'd like to add one.
Three or five different vistas, hung together — a chapter of places you've been, or want to go.