This was one of the first patterned canisters I built.
It retains the stance I normally reserved for gesture pots
but no interesting legs...
As a self proclaimed claysmith, I act as a midwife in the birthing of all things CLAY - beads, cups, pots, trays and rattles - which speak not only of the maker but the user and the society where the art of clay is permitted to flourish.
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