"I've been making these desert tumblers since last winter, and the color palatte is inspired by the 
Southwest, which is a place I've romanticized and wanted to visit since I was in high school. I drove around New Mexico for a week on my trip and pulled over whenever I saw that red earth 
I had in mind when I made this cup. I took this one in Abiquiu."

Helen Levi in the American Southwest

Sometime in the past year, Brooklyn potter Helen Levi began making her popular Desert Tumblers, which evoke a kind of faded, windswept, Southwestern landscape by marbling white porcelain with sandy red clay. But the funny thing is, until this summer, New York–born Levi had never even been to the desert. “I’d been wanting to go to New Mexico since high school,” she says. “That landscape has always been kind of a dreamy thought, but my tumblers were based on my imagination of a place I’d never seen.” This summer, Levi decided to bite the bullet, taking a month off from work to road trip 7,000 miles — all the way to Albuquerque and back — making sure to stop along the way at places like the Pittsburgh factory where her clay is made and leaving enough time to simply wander off the road in search of this country’s vast natural beauty.

She brought along her dog Billy, met up for a spell fellow potter Clair Catillaz of Clam Lab, and drove the last 10 days with her boyfriend. But other than that, Levi was mostly alone: “I met a lot of local potters and dug up clay from the ground. There were a few stops that were certain. I’d already wanted to visit Pittsburgh because I was curious; I use these materials every day but don’t know how they’re made or who makes them. Other than that, it was pretty loosey-goosey, which is what was so fun about it. I remember driving with Clair and we saw a sign that said “Pottery.” We pulled off the road and there’s this barefoot guy. If I’d been alone, I probably wouldn’t have pulled into a strange man’s property. But because I was with Clair, we felt comfortable. His sister lived on the property, too, and they’d built the house together. She had written on a chalkboard sign, “Happy hour, 5:00.” My New York self might have been like this is a weird situation. But it wasn’t at all; they were the nicest people who we ended up having more in common with than we would have thought. That’s the beauty of a road trip – sometimes you make a turn and there’s nothing there. Sometimes you end up staying for two hours, talking about <I>Game of Thrones</I>.”