I make ceramic vessels to feed my soul. And I find that deep breaths are needed all along the way of the magical process of transforming a lump of clay into a thing of conscious form and function.
Saturday, 30 August 2014
Long-lost products of hillside garden claying
... so two years later, I found three unfired mugs wrapped in plastic in my garage. Dry and extremely brittle of course! Amazingly two survived the trip to the kiln and firing:
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