The hands behind it
Dorota taught herself to listen to clay.
No school, no studio residency — just a wheel, a stubborn streak, and years of weekends. Every week she drives to a small pottery studio and stays until the light fades: throwing, carving, piercing, glazing, and opening the kiln to see what the fire decided.
She does not make collections. She makes pieces — and lets each one become whatever the clay was willing to be that day. Some emerge carved like tide-worn stone, some pierced like lace, some speckled like a night sky. None will ever be repeated.
— Dora Deco is Dorota’s deco. That is the whole name.