A mole as a master potter: a velvety black mole wearing tiny round spectacles and a clay-splattered canvas apron, sitting at a spinning potter's wheel and centering a lump of wet clay with both broad digging paws, a tall Korean onggi-style jar half thrown beside it. The studio is a cosy underground workshop with earthen walls, shelves of unglazed pots drying, a bucket of slip, wooden ribs and wire tools. Warm lamp light, photorealistic, played completely straight. No text, no letters, no logos.