"We were all reduced to little children, gleefully splashing and giggling excitedly. And then, suddenly, the real magic hit me. I became aware of the sky." At the time that I was living in New York, in the early 2000s,...

Born from an unkempt and muddy studio, where smeared gloves, slabs of soft clay, twisted wires and an untidy wheel lie close to a massive fired kiln, is Adil Writer’s serendipitous ceramic art. He crafts magic from mayhem with...