With his Maruti Zen parked ten feet from his wheel, earphones plugged into the car tape deck, Adil Writer flew into his “one-offs” with a joyous abandon. Self-confident and self-directed, he quailed at the idea that he needed to master—or even become familiar with—a few basic techniques. Adil was going to create and ceramic process be damned. He had a real talent for loading every form he made with just about every idea—and there was no dearth of ideas—that happened to pass through his mind and often included every scrap of clay trimmings that could be swept from the floor around his wheel. No “less is more” for this Mumbai architect turning potter.