Three porcelain vessels born from the same firing, each carrying its own measure of defiance. A deep obsidian black at the rim cascades into a muted olive body, overtaken by bursts of crystalline blue — some full, some fractured, all alive. The glaze defied precision, yet revealed an unexpected harmony: night giving way to earth beneath a storm of frozen color.
Grouped together, they hold the tension between control and accident — the beauty of chemistry unbound.
Hand-formed and double-fired in Lake Tahoe, California.
