Half way to 100.... the handle emerges with fluidly from the base in tenderly formed, drooping (sad?..yes) curves....

The handle vine becomes more fluid as I trust my fingers to find their way around the soft clay... The first cup after my return from 3 1/2 ...

Love....

The last cup before summer in Canada....I loved this cup so...full embracing, fluidity....it's was hard to leave...

Distinct form and shape.... seeds are enfolded in split open places.

What is going on here???!!!......

Splitting, wrapping.....