Potty

Hideous day of utter hideousness. I hardly even ventured out of doors. More like January than May.

This is my pretentious pot from Harris.

Nickolai was born into clay. Now he has fused himself to Harris, where the influence of his ironage nordic bogman ancestors have fluxed his Wabisabi pre-occupation to create his archaic works. High fired earthenware, stoneware and local minerals is his palette, the terrain of the Harris his muse.

oooOOOOoooooh.

I have no idea what any of that means but I do like the colours.