The Clay of Ancestry In the heart of Izúcar de Matamoros, Puebla, where the earth itself seems to pulse with the rhythm of ancient traditions, Alfonso M. Castillo Orta began his journey as a mere apprentice. Born in 1944, his hands were introduced to the cool, malleable clay of his ancestors when he was only twelve years old. This was not merely a craft learned in isolation; it was a visceral inheritance, passed down through the lineag…