They are called Agap , for the agapanthus, the blue flower, and for agapimou , the Greek word meaning “my love”. They carry within them a story of earth and ocean, of a hand that shapes and a breath that escapes.
 It is said that one day, a blue flower fell into the sea. The waves rocked it, the salt caressed it, and when it returned to the surface, it had taken the shape of a plate.
 Red clay, porcelain, glazed white and blue, high-temperature firing.