Amelia Poole

Amelia Poole came to porcelain from architecture, and it shows in the work — clean shoulders, considered weight, a foot ring finished as carefully as the lip. She casts and trims in a daylight studio above a bakery, where the smell of bread has become part of the process.

Her palette stays deliberately quiet: bone, oat, a single fog-grey. The restraint lets the material speak. Hold one of her cups to a window and the porcelain glows.