Excited about this recent firing and how after a while a language forms from the accumulation of work… a dialect shaped by countless small and insignificant decisions.
Never enough of these dots! Like tattooing, the pigment sits within the wall of the vessel in the embossed pattern. I love how it drips sometimes, and runs.
Crazing has a mind of its own. I never know how it will go, what will come through… Sometimes it looks crystalline, like the veins in a damselfly wing, and sometimes singular harsh and irregular lines show themselves. Loving all the unexpected outcomes.
