
I was playing around yesterday – rocks, water, reflections of rocks in water. Glazes and lines became trees on the rocks and then some. I was rather pleased with it since I wasn’t aiming for anything . . . .

I was playing around yesterday – rocks, water, reflections of rocks in water. Glazes and lines became trees on the rocks and then some. I was rather pleased with it since I wasn’t aiming for anything . . . .