I am reminded of a tidal river that changes colour with its changing height, becoming darker, murkier, as it lowers and its sandy bed slowly emerges through its surface.
So, this little celadon jar demonstrating what variation in glaze thickness will do.
A buff clay thrown into reduction is suddenly obliged to expose the iron it was hiding. The evident spiral of the last movement of the potters hand, lasting evidence of some kind of authorship. ..... well well... it’s something. - 54 minutes ago