About nokaze

In pottery towns across Japan, new stories are still being made today. Every piece is one of a kind, born out of a conversation between the maker and the material.

A maker does more than shape a bowl. They listen to what the clay remembers, and put something of themselves into it.

Once the kiln has done its work, that piece can never be made again.

What we send you is not just a cup or a plate. It is the one piece that will sit in your day.

Nothing extra to pay when it reaches Hong Kong — no duty, no sales tax. What you see at checkout is the total.

Lo Yik Sze

Lo Yik Sze was born in Hong Kong and now works out of Kyoto. He describes what he does as drawing poems with clay.

His work is rooted in Japanese mingei — folk craft — and in the textures he finds in nature.

Most people making pottery in Japan are from here. For someone from Hong Kong to come to Kyoto and learn this clay and this fire — that alone is not a small thing.

The clay is from Shigaraki. He builds each piece by hand rather than on a wheel, so no two are the same thickness — you feel it the moment you pick one up.

More than five glazes go on, layer over layer. Some parts are brushed, some pressed with cloth, some printed with newspaper — change the tool and the surface changes with it.

So no two pieces with the same name are alike. We hope you find the one that is yours.

Three series

Every series comes with a poem

遍Ubiquity在

“Ubiquity” means being everywhere at once.

The sun goes down, the stars come up.
The earth sleeps, wakes, and grows.
The water runs, the green comes into flower.
Ubiquity meets this moment.

Made from the stone and moss he saw in Kyoto, finished with seven glazes. A sturdy shape for everyday use — sweets, incense, or somewhere to set your jewellery down.

夜The Mist of Night霧

“The Mist of Night” is the fog that comes after dark.

Silver-white specks scatter across a black glaze — the colour of a night you cannot see through. Five layers deep, so the depth only shows when the light catches it from the side.

Dark food sinks into it, pale food lifts off it. The fussiest of the three, and the most beautiful.