I spent my childhood summers in Asfi, a coastal city in Morocco, where most of the country's pottery is made. Wandering through the Fakhkhar, the pottery district known as ‘the potters’ hill,’ I was perpetually amazed by the artisans, potters, and painters, each lost in the reverie of their craft.
Every time I visit the Potter's hill, I spot Hicham steadfast in his familiar spot, throwing. His craft, a legacy passed down through generations, speaks of time-honored traditions and familial devotion.
Watching craftsmen deeply absorbed in their work, one can see the generational efforts reflected through the turning of the wheel. Despite the harsh conditions and repetitive tasks, they exude a remarkable ease and tranquility.
