
The Wizard’s Journal
It all started with a witch’s hat I stumbled upon one day.
For weeks, I wandered around with that hat on my head, and soon, everyone began calling me “The Witch.”
When paired with my previous nickname, it morphed into “Witch Jedi.”
A sketch of the witch with the hat in my journal eventually became my emblem—and that emblem is now the logo of our studio.
Years passed, places changed, and one day, the witch settled in a village.
This village was unlike anywhere I had ever been. Its stone-walled streets were haunted by the ghosts of the past. You couldn’t see the horizon, and at night, the mist would descend and linger until the sun returned. If you respected the land, this village became a wise teacher. If you grew dependent on it, however, it would swallow you whole.
In this village, the witch grew.
The smoke rising from the firings in the studio’s garden, combined with the upheaval caused by speaking the truth, led people to call me “The Wizard.” And so, the name stuck.
Everyone who came to the studio left with a lesson, as if the clay itself was their teacher. Each person took away what they needed to notice, what they needed to understand.
As for us, we learned from the clay.
We discovered, grew, and gained momentum in our lives. And we continue walking this path.
For a while now, we’ve been sharing these lessons on social media posts. Now, we’re bringing them to you here in a more comprehensive way. Let’s keep discovering together.