Several months ago, I made the vase on the left. Because of the glaze defects, it gets moved around the studio a lot. It is too pretty for the trash and not suitable for selling. I tried taking it home and using it for utensils, but the opening is too narrow for that. So it's living at the studio again, and I can’t stop looking at it.
I've fallen deeply in love with its shape—visually and functionally. The pot's subtle and graceful lines wow me. The modest swelling of the pot's belly, the nuanced neck narrowing, and the ever-so-slight mouth opening—I did that with minimal effort and even less thought. As my love grew, I wanted to repeat this perfect little miracle of form and function. If you thought this would be easy, let's think again. Here are my efforts over March and into April.