When I was a little person, along with many other Joy words, I thought I had invented the word, "nubbly." I had a fascination for textured things, which obviously has lingered to this day. My favorite blanket that I would carry around had a nubbly texture and I remember liking those rolled candles with a "nubbly" texture. Turns out, nubbly is a word and I can prove it here.
This impressed woven texture on these bowls has evolved from being somewhat two dimensional and flat into what now feels like a real woven three dimensional texture. It reminds me of several things from hand woven baskets, to dappled dots of trees filling in mountain ranges and even the the Spanish architect, Antonio Gaudi's Casa Mila. If the clay is at just the right stage, I can push in deeper in some areas more than others so that I can create a nice depth. Glaze pools nicely in the deeper pockets and breaks on the high ridges in a different tone. It also creates a nice ledge for wood ash and soda.
I love this time of year when the lighting starts to change. It's been streaming through my studio window, causing my clay table to glow every afternoon. I thought this seed branch was reminiscent of some other potter who just unloaded his soda kiln this week...can you guess who?