{"title":"Tazas","description":"\u003cp\u003eTazas de cerámica. Animal Kinhood · Yago Partal Studio.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"mansa-elefante-africano-de-sabana-taza-ceramica-con-interior-de-color","title":"Mansa · African bush elephant · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eBogobe with milk, a glass of rooibos, and the backpack already waiting by the door. That's how every morning starts for Mansa in Maun, at six forty-five, before she walks to school. This mug carries her portrait.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis mug of Mansa has the portrait of an eight-year-old African bush elephant printed on it — a girl who has breakfast every day at six forty-five in the morning, in a two-square-meter kitchen, in the Boseja neighborhood, in Maun, Botswana. What's on the table never changes: a bowl of bogobe — sorghum porridge with milk — and a glass of rooibos that Keitumetse, her mother, prepares while she finishes getting her hair ready before leaving for the textile cooperative where she works as a seamstress. Bogobe is made with sorghum flour, water, and a little milk. It takes five minutes. Mansa eats it without speaking, eyes still half shut, sitting in the same white plastic chair she's used for as long as she can remember.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe rooibos is warm, not hot. Keitumetse serves it in a glass because Mansa broke two mugs before she was six, and ever since then her mother decided heavy glasses are safer. Mansa drinks it slowly, with both hands, watching through the kitchen window that looks onto the earthen yard where the laundry hangs. At seven ten, backpack on and a sorghum bread sandwich wrapped in paper inside, she heads out the door toward school. The route is always the same: dirt road, Rra Otsile's shop (where she picks up a strawberry Chappie without stopping more than thirty seconds), and fifteen minutes on foot to the public primary school.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere's something about Mansa's mornings that isn't up for negotiation. The order. Always the same bowl, always the same chair, always the rooibos before she's fully dressed. If Keitumetse changes something — serves the rooibos in a different glass, moves the chair, turns on the radio too early — Mansa doesn't protest, but she goes still for a moment, as if recalibrating. She's eight years old and has already figured out that if she controls the small things, the big ones are less frightening.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe sorghum connection goes back a long way. Grandmother Koko — Shona by origin, from Serowe, four hundred kilometers southeast — taught Keitumetse the sorghum bread technique: dough kneaded for twenty minutes, cast-iron pot preheated, low heat. On Saturdays, Keitumetse still makes that bread. Mansa counts quietly to two hundred while her mother kneads. It doesn't always turn out right. It doesn't matter. What matters is the smell, the sound of the dough against the wooden table, and the certainty that this Saturday looks like all the other Saturdays. Koko is gone, but the cast-iron pot is still there, and the recipe is still there, and sorghum flour still costs the same at the Maun market.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSaturday bread is one thing. Everyday bogobe is another. But both come from the same grain and the same woman. Mansa doesn't think of it in those terms — she's eight years old — but every morning, when the spoon reaches the bottom of the bowl, something clicks into place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eKoko, the stones, the pink sweater, the Thamalakane river — the full story is in [Mansa's biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/mansa\/).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug you're buying here carries Mansa's portrait printed on the surface: the pink sweater with embroidered daisies, the serious expression, the enormous ears of a young elephant who hasn't had her growth spurt yet. It's ceramic, with a colored interior and a matching handle. An object for daily use — breakfast, a snack, afternoon coffee, whatever you need.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIs it for a gift? It works. It's the kind of thing that surprises because it isn't a plush toy or a t-shirt: it's something useful, with an image that invites the question of who she is, where she's from, why she's wearing a pink sweater with daisies. And the answer leads to Maun, to Botswana, to an eight-year-old girl who eats sorghum porridge every morning and touches three stones every night before she goes to sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere's one thing Mansa checks every day that has nothing to do with breakfast: the twenty-liter blue jerrycan in the yard. When there's a water cut — and in Maun the cuts are frequent, especially during the dry season — Mansa checks the jerrycan every twenty minutes. \"There's still some, Mantsi.\" \"I know, mma.\" But she keeps checking. Water, food, routine: the three things she needs for the day to work. The rooibos at six forty-five is part of that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMade to order. **Material and finish** covers the ceramic and colored interior details. **Size and capacity** has the exact measurements. And for delivery timelines and returns, the **Shipping and returns** tab covers everything.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57664869499205,"sku":"7439401_12578","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/mansa_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776696783"},{"product_id":"nayna-guepardo-taza-interior-de-color","title":"Nayna · Cheetah · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003ePut something alive on something that works. Ceramic mug with a colored interior and the portrait of Nayna, the cheetah motorcycle mechanic from Nairobi. Eleven ounces for coffee, tea, or cardamom chai. Made to order.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Nayna's engine\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Nayna mug is a ceramic mug with the portrait of Nayna, the cheetah, printed on the outside and a colored interior. Eleven ounces. For coffee, for tea, for cardamom chai if you want to do it the way they do it in South B, Nairobi, where Nayna has a motorcycle workshop on Lunga Lunga Road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere's a sound Nayna makes when something goes right. Not voluntary. She can't control it. A low hum that rises from her chest — almost a purr — that appears when an engine starts clean after a difficult repair. Also when a gasket fits on the first try without forcing. Or when the mid-morning light comes through the workshop door on some random Tuesday and there's no emergency waiting outside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMwangi, the apprentice who has been at the workshop for eight months, calls it \"Nayna's engine.\" Nineteen years old, quiet, observant. He hasn't told her. Or he has and she didn't react. With Nayna you're never quite sure how much she knows about what's going on around her. The answer, almost always, is: quite a bit more than you'd think.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere's another sound, less frequent but more useful if you bring in a bike with problems. A tongue click — dry, quick — that she makes just before delivering a technical verdict. The click means she's already seen the problem. What comes next is the solution. The boda-boda riders who bring their 125cc bikes to the workshop don't know what to call that sound, but they recognize it. When Nayna clicks, the tension drops. They know the bike is going to leave running.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCheetahs don't roar. They're the only big cats that can't — their larynx isn't built for it. Instead, they purr. And they make a chirp, a high-pitched sound like a bird, which they use to communicate across distance on the savanna. Nayna doesn't shout. She doesn't argue at high volume. When a customer tries to haggle after the work is already done, she lowers her voice. Speaks more slowly. Shorter sentences. \"The price is what I said.\" Silence. And the customer pays.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut the sound that matters here — the one that explains something about how Nayna works on the inside — is the purr. That low, chest-deep vibration that shows up without asking permission when things fall into place. Nayna works in bursts — she can spend four hours straight with an engine without lifting her head, without eating, without talking, her hands moving at a speed that looks rehearsed but is pure accumulated focus. And then she shuts off. She sits on the red stool, drinks half a liter of water in one go, stares into space for five minutes. If it's been a long day, she's capable of closing the workshop at noon and taking a matatu to Lake Naivasha to sit for three hours watching flamingos. The purr appears at the end of the good bursts. Not at the beginning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Eleven ounces\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe portrait on the mug shows Nayna face-on: the black leather biker jacket she bought at Gikomba with the money from her second rebuilt motorcycle, the red polka-dot bandana that belonged to her grandmother Wanjiku, the crown of fresh red flowers she puts on every morning after stopping at Wakulima market. Light blue background. Eleven ounces. A long coffee, a milky tea, or the chai that mama Amina serves her every morning at six forty-five without asking anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug does what mugs do: hold something hot at home, at your desk, in the kitchen first thing. The portrait is there — the flowers over the leather jacket — and if someone sees it and asks, you can tell them she's a cheetah who fixes motorcycles in Nairobi. Or you can say nothing. That works too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you want to know why she wears flowers on her head and grease on her hands, or what happened with the Honda CB125 she rebuilt at night on the sidewalk with a flashlight clamped between her teeth, [Nayna's biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/nayna\/) tells the whole story. There are [more Animal Kinhood objects](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) with other characters from the project.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug is made to order: each unit is produced when you order it, with no pre-stocked inventory. Lead times are a little longer than with a conventional purchase. Material and finish details in **Material and finish**. Exact dimensions and capacity in **Size and capacity**. Production and origin information in **Origin, production and availability**. For shipping timelines and returns policy: **Shipping and returns**.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57664955318597,"sku":"7191349_11049","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/nayna_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776696937"},{"product_id":"wesley-lemur-de-cola-anillada-taza-ceramica-con-interior-de-color","title":"Wesley · Ring-tailed lemur · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eCeramic mug with the portrait of Wesley and a colored interior. Black coffee, an open window, and five minutes before the first meeting at the mairie in Ambalavao.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Wesley ceramic mug carries the portrait of a ring-tailed lemur dressed in a camel coat, herringbone tweed vest, and light blue shirt. The print wraps the outside of the mug with photographic quality, and the inside has a colored glaze that contrasts with the white ceramic exterior. The handle picks up that interior color too, giving you a visual accent whenever the mug is empty or half full.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The market coffee and the pause before mediating\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWesley drinks his coffee mild. Always. Strong coffee overwhelms him the same way intense smells do — it's a threshold thing, not a preference. At the morning market in Ambalavao there's a stall that serves freshly brewed coffee before seven. Wesley buys one on his way to the mairie and carries it in his hand. He drinks it slowly, standing, in the courtyard of the municipal building, while he waits for the windows of the mediation room to have aired out enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat pause isn't in any protocol. Nobody writes it down. But it's what lets Wesley walk into the first meeting of the day with a clear head. Five minutes. Coffee in one hand. The other hand free. The sun starting to warm the east-facing facade. If someone talks to him, he answers. If nobody does, even better. The pause works better in silence, and Wesley knows it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA ceramic mug is the object that best reproduces that moment. It isn't portable like a thermos or disposable like a paper cup. It's a desk object, a kitchen table object, an object for a deliberate pause. When you fill this mug with your morning coffee and hold it with both hands, you're repeating a gesture Wesley makes every day before he opens his folder and pulls out the first file.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Capacity and material\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug holds around 325 milliliters — enough for a long coffee, a tea, or an herbal infusion. The ceramic is food-grade, dishwasher and microwave safe. The print is applied by sublimation on the glazed surface, which means it won't scratch with normal use or fade through washes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCan I use it every day? Yes. The ceramic is thick — not a delicate cup that shatters if you knock it off the counter, though it's not indestructible either. The thickness keeps the liquid warm longer than a thin-walled mug. Can it go in the dishwasher? Yes, on the top rack. In the microwave? Yes, no metal lid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWesley's portrait is printed on both sides of the mug. That means the image shows whether you hold it with your right hand or your left — a detail that seems small but determines whether the portrait faces outward (visible to others) or toward you (visible only to the person drinking).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## What a mug says on a desk\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOn Wesley's desk there's a tray labeled \"In\" and \"Out\" in marker. A rigid folder. A clip-on pen. The goat-hair brush inside the folder. And, during the first hour, a coffee. Each object has its place. Nothing is there for show.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePut this mug on your desk and something similar happens. Wesley's portrait — camel coat, tweed vest, an unblinking gaze — becomes a fixed element. Someone will ask who that is. Someone will look at the image with curiosity. And then you'll have the perfect opening to talk about a ring-tailed lemur who spends his days mediating between neighbors fighting over water and land in a town on the Malagasy highlands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWesley's bio tells how he came to work in mediation, what the archivist who gave him the brush taught him, and why the deputy mayor always has the last word: [full biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/wesley\/).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Inside the collection\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug is part of Wesley's full product catalog in Animal Kinhood. If the portrait works for you in ceramic, consider it in fabric too: the [tote bag](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) carries the same image printed on sturdy cotton, and the [youth t-shirt](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) reproduces it in full color on soft fabric. Each format has its function — the mug is for the pause, the bag for transit, the t-shirt for wearing it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMade to order. When you confirm the purchase, the mug is produced, printed, and individually packaged to protect the ceramic in transit. Lead time is three to seven business days before shipping, depending on the destination. The shipping tab has the details.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727702204741,"sku":"3109483_11051","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/wesley_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776697163"},{"product_id":"fernando-toro-bravo-taza-con-interior-de-color","title":"Fernando · Iberian bull · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eA ceramic mug with the portrait of Fernando, Iberian bull and artisan blacksmith in Trujillo. Made to order.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis mug of Fernando is white ceramic with a black interior. It carries the portrait of an adult Iberian bull in an open black vinyl jacket, bare chest, and a steel chain around his neck — links forged by hand, one by one. The look is direct, calm, with the deep stillness of someone who moves slowly and doesn't need to explain why.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFernando lights the forge every morning at half past six. In winter, in the dark. In summer, with the first light coming through the east-facing door. But before the fire, coffee. Black. No rush. That stretch of morning, between putting on the leather apron and the coal reaching temperature, is the only quiet moment in his day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The first coffee of the morning\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis left hand trembles when he's very tired. Not always — only after long days at the hammer, when the calluses on his hands ache and his shoulders carry eighteen years of lifting hot iron. On those days, holding the mug with both hands isn't a choice: it just happens. The warmth of the ceramic against his fingers is like tempered iron, but without the urgency.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFernando lives alone in the stone workshop that was his grandfather's forge, three kilometers from Trujillo. He moved there at thirty. He added a back room with a bathroom and a small kitchen. Everything else is workspace: a century-old anvil, a coal forge, a porch with a hammock where he takes a nap without exception between half past two and half past four. No immediate neighbors. No traffic. The only sound at first light is the rooster from the livestock farmer next door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe doesn't endure that solitude: he chose it. He needs space the way he needs open land to walk when the pressure builds — eight or ten kilometers toward the Sierra de Santa Cruz, no phone, no fixed destination. There's a specific holm oak four kilometers from the workshop, with a hollow trunk where he has sat since he was eight years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Chosen silence\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSlow soleares make his eyes well up. You don't expect that from someone who stands six foot three and has the shoulders of a man who's spent half his life hammering iron. But sometimes he lights the forge just to watch the embers, with no intention of working, with the radio on — Cadena SER in the mornings, RNE3 in the afternoons — and lets the old flamenco do what it does. It isn't melancholy as a permanent state. It's a gap that opens and closes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt thirty-six he has a precarious but working balance. Steady work — the gates and locksmithing are enough to live without worry —, a mother growing older in the old quarter of Trujillo whom he visits every single Sunday, and a workshop where the hammer's blow on the anvil is the only metronome he needs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSunday evenings, after the meal with Consuelo — migas with paprika, tomato salad, pitarra wine, always —, the solitude sometimes weighs on him. He isn't actively looking for a partner. But there's a stretch, between getting back to the workshop and turning on the radio, when the stone building feels larger than usual.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Warmth between the hands\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug holds a long coffee or a tea that lasts. Size and capacity details in **Size and capacity**. Material and care in **Material and finish**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFernando drinks black coffee. A lot. His mother puts one in front of him the moment he arrives on Sundays, and Carmen, the bartender at the square, serves him without asking when he sits down on the same stool as always, at the far end of the bar. If Fernando doesn't show up for two days, Carmen calls Paco. That's how the network works in Trujillo: through gestures, not words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe [biography of Fernando](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/fernando\/) starts at half past six in the morning, with the coal and the first coffee. If what you see in this mug interests you, the full story is there: the forge, the oak-scrubland, the Sundays with his mother and the steel chain he made one day without any plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you're looking for something to carry on your back with the same portrait, the [Fernando tote bag](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) is another option for everyday use.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMade to order. Timelines, returns, and issues in **Shipping and returns**.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727722848581,"sku":"6031338_11051","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/fernando_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776698528"},{"product_id":"lowanna-tiburon-blanco-taza-con-interior-de-color","title":"Lowanna · Great white shark · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eA ceramic mug with the portrait of Lowanna, the great white shark, and a pink interior. For coffee, tea, or whatever you drink before heading out. Two sizes. Made to order.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis mug of Lowanna has her portrait printed on the surface and a pink interior. It's a ceramic mug — fine for coffee, for tea, for whatever you drink in the morning before heading out. And for keeping on the table while you work or while you're not doing much of anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The dock at seven\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOn Friday evenings, Lowanna walks down to the dock at Port Lincoln. Every week. Rain, southerly wind, or that dry inland heat that sometimes reaches the coast and leaves your mouth parched. Fridays are Fridays.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFive lifeguards and two fishermen. Sometimes six and three, depending on the season. Someone brings an esky — the portable cooler that in Australia is practically street furniture — loaded with beers, water, the odd soft drink. They sit on the edge of the dock with their legs hanging over, or on the plastic crates the fishermen leave leaning against the railing. No table. No protocol. The dock at that hour belongs to them because nobody else comes down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePort Lincoln has fifteen thousand people. The tuna industry, the harbor, the Neptune Islands seventy kilometers to the south. It's a town where everyone roughly knows what everyone else does, and where the dock at seven on a Friday evening is the closest thing to a bar without walls you're going to find.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe conversation usually covers the same ground: currents, the state of the beach, who saw what in the water that week, a story about a tourist who didn't read the flags, the price of boat fuel. Sometimes local politics creep in. Sometimes nothing comes in at all — you drink, you watch the water, you let the afternoon go. The dock at that hour smells of salt, diesel engine, and wetsuit drying in the sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Esky and southerly wind\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOne Friday, someone brought up a new operator from Adelaide who'd set up shark tours in the area. \"Pure carnage tourism,\" one of the fishermen said. Lowanna listened. Drank. Didn't say anything for five minutes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThen she spoke for eight minutes straight. The difference between responsible shark diving and shark baiting, the data on behavioral impact, the protocols that exist and the ones that should. Nobody interrupted. When she finished, one of the fishermen looked at her and said: \"You should write that down.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe laughed. \"Nah, mate. Just needed someone to hear it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut that night she opened a blank document on her laptop. Wrote three paragraphs. Deleted them. Closed the laptop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug carries something of that: a person who knows more than she lets on and chooses when to speak. Talking about sharks sounds more like talking about neighbors than talking about danger, if you think of it that way. Her portrait shows her head-on — yellow bomber jacket with graffiti tags, mesh top, the hand-curved visor from a nervous habit — and that smile she has, all teeth, which is genuine and also her way of holding her ground, though she wouldn't put it like that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you want the exact material and capacity of the mug, **Size and capacity** and **Material and finish** have the details. Production and availability in **Origin, production and availability**. Timelines in **Shipping and returns**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The last drink\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Friday beer is the one ritual Lowanna never skips. It makes sense: she spends the whole week looking after everyone else — reading the water, anticipating problems, pulling people out of rip currents — and on Fridays at seven she stops looking. She sits down, drinks, listens. The southerly wind catches the brim of her cap. The dock smells of salt and diesel from the harbor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSame person who wakes up at five fifty to swim eight hundred meters as a warm-up. Same person who eats sandwiches in the watchtower and doesn't carry her phone during a shift. But on Fridays she's a different version — the one who lets herself do nothing useful for two hours straight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug is an everyday object. You use it, wash it, use it again. What's inside is coffee or tea. What's outside is the portrait of someone who lives on a coast where great white sharks are neighbors, not a threat, and where water safety is a job that starts before sunrise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you want to see the rest of her story — from the afternoons at Fisherman Bay to the forty seconds at Neptune Islands — it's all in [Lowanna's full biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/lowanna\/). And if you're looking for her portrait in another format, [Lowanna's matte poster](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) is the same image, ready for the wall. Ships in a box.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727734055237,"sku":"5528135_12578","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/lowanna_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776696718"},{"product_id":"yeray-canario-atlantico-taza-con-interior-de-color","title":"Yeray · Atlantic canary · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eA color-inside mug with Yeray's portrait. For morning coffee, tea, or whatever drink starts your day in window-open mode.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis color-inside mug with Yeray is a small object for a very specific routine: starting the day calmly and with fresh air. The front-facing portrait reads fast, even half asleep. Bright yellow, light blue, soft pastel. And the colored interior adds a detail that shows up right when you drink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eYeray, the Atlantic canary, lives in La Laguna and gets up early. Before heading out, he opens the window, checks the wind in his notebook, and makes a coffee. No ceremony — just a small adjustment. If the air is heavy, he notices. If the day starts without water and something to eat, it shows. The mug fits right there: not as merch, but as a routine tool.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## A mug for home, office, or studio\nSome mugs stay at the back of the cabinet. Others become the one you reach for without thinking. This one has that potential for two reasons: the design is clean (nothing gets lost in detail) and the character's expression is calm. It's not a joke that gets old after a week. It's a portrait that holds up to repetition.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOn a work desk — computer, notebook, cables — the colored interior adds something quiet. It's a small visual reminder, like the gray collar peeking out in the portrait: the serious part underneath, the color up top.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you share a home, the mug can also be a wordless signal. In Yeray's story, Luz sometimes leaves a short note when she gets back at night: \"there's wind.\" A mug waiting on the counter does the same thing: it says \"get ready\" without any drama.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e**Question:** Is the capacity the standard breakfast-mug size?  \n**Answer:** The exact capacity is in the **Size and capacity** tab. That's where you'll find the real number to go on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The technical side, where it belongs (tabs)\nFor a mug, what matters is the material, finish, capacity, and how it arrives. Instead of guessing, it's all laid out in:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e- **Material and finish**: ceramic, finish, and relevant details.  \n- **Size and capacity**: dimensions and volume.  \n- **Origin, production and availability**: operational information.  \n- **Shipping and returns**: terms and timelines.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStory-wise, the mug also works to illustrate one of Yeray's rules without making it heavy: he doesn't negotiate with smoke. If someone's smoking indoors, Yeray moves to another spot. That quiet firmness is part of his character. Starting the day with a mug that says \"ventilate, turn it down\" isn't a bad idea.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd if you want to know the character beyond the portrait — the radio station, the archive, the listening walks around La Laguna — the [Yeray biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/yeray\/) is there.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727760695621,"sku":"7947135_11048","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/yeray_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776697333"},{"product_id":"liam-oso-negro-americano-taza-con-interior-de-color","title":"Liam · American black bear · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eA ceramic mug with the portrait of Liam, the American black bear, and a blue interior. For coffee alone, first thing in the morning, when the workshop is still cold. Two sizes. Made to order.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis Liam mug is white ceramic with a blue interior and his portrait printed on the outside: the knit sweater with skull motifs in fuchsia and orange, the turquoise neckline, the expression of someone who has been thinking about something for a while and isn't going to say it. Liam is an American black bear, a craft brewer in West Asheville, North Carolina. A mug is the first thing he touches in the morning, before opening the workshop and before talking to anyone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Forty jars with dates\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn Liam's kitchen there are between forty and fifty preserve jars on the open shelves. Each one has a handwritten label with the date, origin, and contents. Sourwood jam from last fall. Pickles from two summers ago. Seasonal berry compote. Each jar with its story and its date. He never opens them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThey haven't been forgotten. They're there, organized, with their readable dates, and Liam looks at them from time to time the way you look over a collection you don't plan to use. The act of preserving matters more to him than the act of consuming. The sourwood jam is still perfect, the hermetic seal holds, the label says October 14th. He could open it tomorrow. He won't.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSomething similar happens with the recipes he notes in his notebook, with the beers he keeps for the cold months, with the voice memos he sometimes replays two or three times before answering. Liam keeps the things that matter to him. He organizes them. He labels them. And then he doesn't touch them, as if the order were enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## A notebook that doesn't leave\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe notebook is spiral-bound, its pages stained with hops and damp fingers, notes written in a hurry between batches. It holds every recipe Liam has tried since he was seventeen, when a retired cook taught him to ferment in the Smokies. The failures are in there too. Especially the failures: the first undrinkable beer, the second that tasted like vinegar, the third that the cook tried and said \"tasted like something.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe notes follow no editorial order. There are arrows connecting a spring recipe to a correction made six months later. Crossings-out. Ingredients written in the margins in small letters. One page has a round stain from the bottom of a glass. Another has a phone number with no name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe has never rewritten it clean. He never lends it. If someone asks for a recipe, he dictates it from memory while he works, hands busy at the fermentation tanks and eyes on the thermometer. But the notebook doesn't leave the kitchen. It's the only thing he'd save in a fire — he said it once, quietly, and he hasn't said it again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e[Liam's tote bag](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/liam\/) carries the same portrait. If you're looking for something to pair with the mug in daily use, it's a good match: same aesthetic, different format.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## What you keep without opening\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLiam says he doesn't care about the brewery reviews. He reads them every night before bed, on his phone, sitting on the sofa with the Jotul stove going and a glass of the latest stout he's made. He doesn't comment. He doesn't reply. But he reads them all, one by one, and sometimes he stares at the screen after the last one without unlocking anything else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe says he's fine alone. But when the taproom empties and the tourists leave, the solitude shows in small things. He turns the heating down. Cancels plans. Makes dark, heavy beer for the few people who come through. The porch chair doesn't come out until March arrives and the first warm day takes him outside for five minutes with his face in the sun before he starts work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe mug is white on the outside and blue inside. For black coffee first thing, when the workshop is still cold and the whole day is still ahead. Material and finish in **Material and finish**. Size and capacity in **Size and capacity**. Made to order. Timelines and returns policy in **Shipping and returns**. Origin and production in **Origin, production and availability**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The first cup of the day\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e[Liam's full biography](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/liam\/) has what only fits here in part: the Smokies, the brewery in the old carpentry workshop, the real bear in the alley, the neighbor on the porch. Forty jars with dates. A hop-stained notebook that doesn't leave. And the first cup of the day, when everything is quiet and the questions are just yours.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727780487493,"sku":"5497358_11050","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/liam_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776696625"},{"product_id":"nur-pangolin-de-sunda-taza-con-interior-de-color","title":"Nur · Malayan pangolin · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eA ceramic mug with a pink interior and the portrait of Nur, the Malayan pangolin. Six years old, denim overalls, keratin scales, and a grandmother who puts kaya toast on the table at seven in the morning without asking if he's hungry.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis mug of Nur has the portrait of a six-year-old Malayan pangolin in light blue denim overalls and a pale pink striped T-shirt. Pink inside. White outside. Ceramic, dishwasher and microwave safe — technical details in **Material and finish** and **Size and capacity**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## 6:30 every morning\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAminah wakes Nur at half past six. Always the same: a hand on his forehead, whispers, no turning on the light. Nur takes ten minutes to sit up. At half past six the world still isn't his, but Aminah is already in the kitchen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt seven, the table has what it always has: kaya toast and teh tarik. Kaya toast is soft bread spread with coconut and pandan jam, cut into triangles that Aminah props against the edge of the plate so they don't go soggy underneath. Teh tarik is tea with condensed milk, very sweet, very hot at first. Nur doesn't touch it until he can wrap both hands around the mug without burning himself. That's his thermometer: if he can hold it, he can drink it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe eats little. He eats slow. Really slow. Nur is a child who smells food before tasting it, tilts his head, and sometimes refuses it for no obvious reason. But the reason exists: nothing crunchy-hard, nothing spicy, nothing with a rough texture or that gets stuck in his teeth. Sweet and mild flavors. Kaya toast passes because it's soft, sweet, warm. Teh tarik passes because it's liquid and sugary. Tau huay, mee siam with little spice, ripe banana. Aminah has learned that it isn't pickiness: it's a filter Nur applies to everything that goes in his mouth. If he tries it and likes it, he repeats it every day without variation. If he doesn't like it the first time, there's no second chance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## Something warm between the hands\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAminah's kuih lapis is another matter. Thin layers of sweet dough colored with pandan — green, white, pink, green, white, pink — that Aminah makes in a square tray that takes up the whole counter. Nur helps with one layer: the green one. He concentrates with the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips, spreads the dough with a wooden spoon that's too big for him, and when he's done he stays watching Aminah do the rest. They don't talk. The smell of pandan and coconut fills the kitchen of the eighth-floor HDB flat in Toa Payoh, and that smell is part of what makes the kitchen a place where Nur can just be without feeling like he has to talk or explain anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAt twenty past seven they leave the flat. Five minutes walking to school. Aminah carries his backpack if Nur is too sleepy. Sometimes Nur stops in the middle of the pavement because he's spotted an ant or because a smell has reached him that he wants to identify. Aminah waits. She doesn't rush him. They'll get there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNur's breakfast lasts longer than any other child's in the neighborhood. Aminah knows it and accepts it. And sometimes the kaya toast is left half-eaten because Nur has been staring at something out the window — a myna on the drying rack, a shadow moving in the void deck, the reflection of the sun in the window of the block opposite. Aminah says \"makan\" (eat) once, quietly, and Nur goes back to his plate. Sometimes he doesn't go back. Sometimes breakfast sits there until it's time to leave and Aminah wraps the leftover toast in foil for him to eat at recess. She never gets angry. She never throws food away. There's an unspoken rule in that house: food doesn't get thrown away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e## The longest breakfast in the neighborhood\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNur would like the morning to last longer. For the kaya toast not to go cold. For the teh tarik to stay warm between his hands when he's already halfway through. For Aminah to stay sitting opposite him with no rush. But school starts at half past seven, and Primary 1 in Singapore waits for no one. So every morning, at twenty past seven, Nur puts down the mug, gets off his chair, and Aminah does up the buttons of his overalls that came undone while he was eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhat stays on the table — the mug with a finger of teh tarik at the bottom, the plate with kaya toast crumbs, the smell of pandan still floating — is what Aminah clears when she comes back alone to the flat after dropping him at school. She picks it up at two. At quarter past two, Nur takes a forty-five-minute nap that is the only hour of the day when he really sleeps.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe [full story of Nur, the encounter with the wild pangolin, and life in Toa Payoh](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/nur\/) is in his biography. If you're looking for another way to carry his portrait, it also exists as a [tote bag](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) — same pangolin, different format.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMade to order. Timelines and returns in **Shipping and returns**. Origin and process in **Origin, production and availability**. Ceramic, three hundred and twenty-five milliliters.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727804571973,"sku":"5211148_12578","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/nur_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776697012"},{"product_id":"nala-lobo-de-tierra-taza-interior-de-color","title":"Nala · Aardwolf · Mug","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"product-short-desc\"\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe rooibos stays warm in the mug while the next client waits in the barber chair. Nala mug with the aardwolf portrait, colored interior and matching handle. Ceramic, made for the pace of someone who works from three in the afternoon to two in the morning.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!-- LONG_DESC --\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Nala mug carries the aardwolf portrait on the outside: studded jacket, pink hoodie, spike collar, direct gaze. The inside is colored, the handle too. Ceramic. Standard size for coffee, tea, or whatever you drink while you work. For exact measurements and capacity in milliliters, check **Size and capacity**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn the Maboneng studio there's a mug that always sits on the drawing table, between the ink jars and Koko's sewing needle that Nala doesn't use but won't move. It's a rooibos mug. Rooibos with nothing — no sugar, no milk. She makes it when she arrives at the studio at three in the afternoon, before cleaning the table and reviewing the day's designs. She drinks it in the first forty minutes. After that, between clients, she refills it. The rooibos goes lukewarm because Nala has no microwave in the studio — she has a lamp rescued from a dumpster at Arts on Main, a chair from a Jeppestown barbershop, a dentist's table, and a tattoo machine worth more than everything else combined. But no microwave.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe lukewarm rooibos is part of the ritual. Not the pretty ritual people talk about on Instagram: the one that means stopping three minutes between a dotwork session and the next, stretching the fingers, drinking something that isn't cold water, letting the hand rest before going back to puncturing skin for three hours. Nala caps her sessions at three hours. Never more. The aardwolf doesn't destroy the termite mound — it harvests and lets it grow back. Nala does the same with the bodies she tattoos and with her own hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe ceramicist two doors down sometimes brings her rooibos already made on Sundays. They don't talk much. Sometimes not at all. They sit at the studio door and drink in silence while Fox Street goes quiet. That's Maboneng on a Sunday afternoon: a place of light with no one watching.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe colored interior of this mug is the detail that connects it most to Nala without needing to explain it. The denim jacket covered in pyramid studs is the aardwolf's crest — pure display, visual intimidation, the look of someone you wouldn't approach without a reason. And underneath, the pink of the hoodie. The pink that shows. The one Nala lets show. The inside of the mug does the same thing: on the outside, the portrait with all the metal and all the attitude; on the inside, the color.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI'm not going to tell you a mug changes your mornings. It's a mug. It's for drinking. What it does have is an image that holds its own: the portrait of Nala by Yago Partal, printed on ceramic at the resolution of the original artwork, and a colored interior that doesn't fade because the print is part of the glaze, not a surface layer. In **Material and finish** you'll find the ceramic type and the process.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhat this mug has that others don't is that the image isn't clip art pasted on. It's a portrait with a story: a girl from Limpopo who saw someone tattooing for the first time at a Polokwane market when she was fourteen, who brought coffee to a tattooist three Saturdays in a row until he let her practice on pig skin, and who now has her own studio in a former tailor's workshop where her grandmother would have recognized the way of working — stitch by stitch, no rush, without destroying what you have underneath. The mug carries that story compressed into a single gaze. But you don't need to know it to use it. It's enough that you like how the aardwolf looks on the kitchen counter, or next to the monitor, or on the studio table where you work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMade to order. Each mug is produced when you order it — no pre-made batches, no leftover units. That means a production lead time before shipping, a little longer than a warehouse delivery, but with the upside that not a single unit gets made that no one will use. Exact timelines and returns policy are in **Shipping and returns**, and where it's made is in **Origin, production and availability**.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf you want to know who the one with the spike collar is — who tattoos at night and walks Fox Street at two in the morning listening to the city the way she used to listen to jackals in Limpopo as a kid — the [biography of Nala](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/animal-kinhood\/nala\/) tells it from the beginning. The rooibos goes cold. It always goes cold. But the mug stays on the drawing table, between the ink and Koko's needle. If you like portrait mugs, there are [more Animal Kinhood objects](https:\/\/www.yagopartal.com\/objects\/) with other characters.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yago Partal Studio","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":57727823315269,"sku":"2344725_12578","price":19.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1052\/7830\/8677\/files\/nala_ak-mug-000.webp?v=1776696859"}],"url":"https:\/\/checkout.yagopartal.com\/collections\/tazas.oembed","provider":"Yago Partal · Studio","version":"1.0","type":"link"}