It is so interesting drawing my step-mother’s pots, they each have such a strong, individual character. This one was a "pinch pot", meaning she didn’t throw it on the wheel, but just coiled or mushed some clay together, and formed it into this shape. She often carved the clay after a day or so, when it had had enough time to harden enough to hold the shape of the carving, then she painted it. You couldn’t tell what color it would be after firing, most of the paints looked grey or pink while being applied.
Micaela Marsden 