at last!
After a long hiatus, during which (among other things) I took a full-time job, I finally got back to the wheel. The pent-up creative energy was eating me alive! So I grabbed a pound or so of clay and threw this, not knowing what the hell I was planning:
B-mix, cone 5, wet
Something about the shape made me want to call it a mead mug. Glazed and finished, its capacity is only one cup.
B-mix, cone 5, wet
Something about the shape made me want to call it a mead mug. Glazed and finished, its capacity is only one cup.
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Perhaps it's a past life thing -- some ancient norse ancestor surging up through your genetics to twitch your fingers in a certain way as the mud goes round and round -- till suddenly you're face to face with his favorite mead mug from 1200 years ago...
It could happen.
MM
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