I eat mushrooms, I am slow

No one pokes their nose into the small world. A people of beings with wide hats and earthy feet. Fragile to the touch, and deadly to the tongue. In the soggy fresh soil, snails crawl, clothed only in their tiny homes. Sensuous curves, gentle bites.

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Wild clay and red ochre wash from Puisaye

Turned at the wheel

Fired in oxidation at 1250°C

⌀ 24,5 cm, h 24 cm

The clay for this vase was foraged from the Puisaye region. The red oxide wash is made from limonite pebbles sieved from the clay itself.

The vessel was thrown at the wheel and later decorated with the sgraffito technique.

The Puisaye region in France has a secular pottery tradition dating back to the Middle Ages, also thanks to the vast high fire clay deposit it sits upon.