This bowl has a wonderful freedom to its throwing and turning, but truly comes alive in its firing. The ash glaze, its rivulets of amber and toffee, flows from the rim to the foot - melting and gathering haste in the heat of the kiln.
The surface is soft but has such tension, for this glaze can be a risk, can be a failure. But here, this risk has paid a beautiful dividend in this striking yet intimate piece.
