The Village Where Pottery Is Still Made Without a Wheel

Most pottery today is made with machines. In Sejnane, it’s not.

There’s no wheel. No mold. No studio lighting. Just a woman, some clay, and the ground.

This is where Chmissa works. Not in a workshop, in her courtyard, next to a tree.

She learned by watching her mother. Her mother learned the same way.

No instructions. No school. Just hands doing what hands remember.

She shapes the clay without measuring.

The forms aren’t perfect, but they’re honest.

The lines she draws?

They come from tattoo patterns, woven baskets, the land itself.

People use what Chmissa makes every day.

Some pieces are for the table.

Others are for the home.

Chmissa’s work holds something rare.

You can feel it. In the weight. In the simplicity. In the quiet.

You need to hold one.

See Her Pottery