As an artist, I love mystery. When I create my porcelain pieces, the only conscious choice I make is the size and shape of the ball of clay I start with. Small, or very small? A cylinder, a cone, a ball?
As I open the clay and begin shaping a form, I can never predict what will happen next. One opening, or several? I use my fingers to increase the void, maybe making it fat at the bottom, or wide at the top. The New Zealand porcelain I use feels like butter as I gently, with wet fingers, pinch the sides and pull out wings that almost collapse as they form, taking their own unique shapes.
Glazing adds yet another level of mystery. Will there be dapples on the piece? metallic shining edges? delicate shadings across the surface?
These are spirit vessels, each speaking in its own voice.