Four births bulging in four distinct sections around the uterine-shaped cup, toes curl, the handle finds death's winged portal....a cup ...

A lively handle emerges from one of the splitting open folds in the base and finds it's way to the becoming of its self...

Art Nouveau?...I think so (again!)...

A round bulbous cup that grows a simple emphatic handle vine....

An embrace that breaks around the cup into gentle bands and loops....

a stout cup that sweeps up in harmony aside it's looping handle....

The handle pulls and draws itself from the cup then finds it's way back....