It is beautiful for me to look how my darling wife is working with clay and making those beautiful platers. Carefully selecting and picking the leaves in our garden, rolling the clay slab, pressing the leaves to the clay, folding the rims of the clay upwards, carefully coloring the impressions and then glazing. It’s a joy and beauty to my eye to take then out of the kiln and we can together just say “nii ilus” (so beautiful in Estonian). This is a moment when I can truly resonate and say, “I know the feeling!”
Art created by the heat of the kiln
Not all is visible to our naked eye. There is totally another world when looking close to the things we can hold in our hands.