This plate has a tiny hint of pink at the top rim. I usually get a lot more of this pink, but in this firingit was rare. Maybe to much salt? Too hot? Probably the latter.
Here is a little bowl dedicated to the little fly that infests my studio every summer and eats clay.
I didn't forget to paint birds on my pots altogether, here is one tiny example.
One of the tree of life jugs.
