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Tonight I'm looking at the careful-accidental way the potter let the glazes run together on this bowl. Once upon a time, I didn't much like the colors, but over the years my eyes have gotten used to them and I see subtleties and elegance I missed before. Perhaps the bowl was waiting for my taste to grow into it.

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Such a still and quiet study, lovely, both in composition and in thoutful reflection. Your use of space and color is a delight for me.



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