Yes I would do most anything asked of me by the holder of a foolproof matte receipe. On our walk today, I peeked through the window of a ceramic gallery. I found myself lusting after a good brown matte. The way the brown was the supporting act to the glossy, green liner, that ran, abundantly from the rim to the hip of the cup. Set against the matte made the Oribe like green, that much juicier. That has to be one of my favourite things, a cup that speaks to you in a liquid, slippery voice. Where inside the dark hallows of a ceramic vessel could be a world unto itself. A tide pool, a eddy, a visual oasis from the clutter of my life. A vessel, a pot, a 5 minute stare into infinite juicy, glossy dream land. The gallery was closed but it didn't matter, I stared at the green cup's glossiness. I felt a coastal breeze and saw seaweed being pushed around by the oceans pull. It also could have been a moment of hunger, thirst and homesickness. I would still do anything for a good matte glaze, oh oh cone 6 electric please.
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