— — the afternoon the sky stacks itself.
“From mid-June through September the desert pulls moisture up out of the Gulf of California and the sky over Phoenix builds anvils. The thunderheads rise faster than buildings, white at the top and bruised below, and the storm walks the city one square mile at a time. South Mountain goes dark while Camelback is still in sun. The first big drops hit dust and pull up the creosote smell the city keeps for the rest of the year. An hour later the wash behind the house is running and the air is cooler than it has been since May.
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.