The book I’m reading has a strong ceramics thread, clay, biscuit, glazes and kilns. I’ve been reading it to send me off to sleep and my dreams have been tinged with a way of seeing that is altogether different to my usual view. These plates were made by a student ceramacist for our secret dinner, which went swimmingly, plates included.

This entry was posted on Sunday, October 25th, 2009 at 2:16 am and is filed under Sydney, countdown.