I'm no Artist (but who cares)

I'm no artist - and one can tell. My mandala plate became a square because I made a mistake from the very  beginning. 

Our company's annual outing today.  We stayed in town, had breakfast together. The next 3 1/2 hours we had different options: going for a bicycle tour, bouldering in a hall, a guided tour at the Fritz-Walter-Stadion, or painting ceramics. I had originally opted to the tour at the Stadium, but had to change plan after a new health problem appeared last week: this time my left calf, don't ask; I'm tired of this.

However,  the painting was much more fun that I had expected.  I painted a plate, a bowl, and a mug.
My base colour is a dark purple and I wanted strong contrasts (the purple looks pink here). It will be interesting to see the difference when I get the pieces back in two or three weeks after they've been in the oven (what's the English word for the process?).

18:00; 17°C