The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
Porcelain coffee cups and teacups glazed and ready to be loaded into the kiln. Right now they look powdery and soft from the glaze and in the morning light.
There's a shift in perception that happens with these vessels I make. Viewed from above, and en masse, they look especially uniform. And though I definitely get increasingly consistent the more I throw—once fully fired, handled, and used on it's own, the handmade nature of each one becomes clear—in the curve of the body, the trimming marks on the surfaces, and the weight and heft in your hand. I'm always aiming for perfection and then learning how to be with the wabi-sabi nature of these pieces that I make, one by one.