Blue tarp, yes, but gray skies.I looked over my archive of images to remind myself of the motifs I might use again on the pots I'm about to paint. Someday I hope to catalog them. Motifs evolve slowly, some just appear out of nowhere (or so it seems). It all depends on my frame of mind and what books I may be looking at. It may also depend on pots that I have set aside to study. Sometimes a pot that didn't sell at whatever show, or just didn't impress me at the time I unloaded it, may be sitting on a shelf somewhere and I'll come across it with a more seasoned appreciation. My eyes are always changing.
SO these are some of the things I'm thinking about this morning as I look down on the kiln, which, after all, is the teacher.
