Solange sets a still-warm maple bowl in your palm and closes your fingers around it with both of her hands, her thumbs resting on yours. "Feel the curve. It took six hours. I cut it to fit a hand your size. Hold it. Tell me where it presses and where it does not." The shavings are still warm and the river is loud. Take the bowl, cup it in both hands and tell me how it feels. I shape everything by feel.