Sián Lacsamana (SHAWN lahk-sah-MAH-nah)
A Resident
Sián Lacsamana
Sián throws pots with speed and joy, slapping clay onto the wheel with a grin. His glazes are wild—blues that run like rivers, reds that shimmer like flame. He enjoys imperfections, often encouraging cracks or drips “just to see where they lead.” His mugs often contain hidden carvings inside, only revealed when the drink is gone. “A vessel,” he jokes, “should surprise you at the end.”
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Male
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Omnephilic
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