
— where the trades come ashore.
“A small county park where the Hāna Highway bends past the cliffs, two miles east of Pa'ia. By early afternoon the trade winds are up and the channel between the reefs is full of sails. Surfers take the early hours; windsurfers and kiters take the rest of the day. The honu come up the beach at low tide and sleep where the cars can see them. From the lookout above, the whole bay reads as wind: the colour of it, the geometry of it, the small flags of the sails crossing each other.

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.