This wheel-thrown stoneware vessel carries the marks of its making openly and with confidence. The body is shaped on the wheel, leaving visible horizontal rings that trace the movement of hands and clay in motion. A soft, matte white glaze washes over the surface, pooling in the grooves and thinning at the ridges, revealing the warm, sandy clay beneath.
The base is deliberately disrupted; struck during making to push the clay outward into an irregular, undulating foot that pools and buckles like something geological, something alive. Where the glaze meets this raw edge, it drips and gathers in small, molten clusters; Order and disruption held in the same form.
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