Sometimes the kiln takes over and follows my lead in understanding clay returns to form. Rocks in nature are never polished high gloss. Under water appearing shiny and when  dry retuning to matt surfaces. Filled with sparkling water I imagine holding a tiny pond below a little waterfall  in my hands. With coffee the pond is dark and brooding. Hear the bird song.

Size  : 8 cm high x 8 cm rim diameter