Wet Paint
A little round-bellied pot with a flared collar, glazed like it left the studio mid-job: two ribbons — one cornflower blue, one spearmint green — poured from the rim and stopped partway down the vanilla walls, the blue one skipping a beat near the foot where it lifted clean off the clay. The collar pools bright sky-blue, brushed through with sand. It has been fully fired, entirely finished, and bone dry for months. It simply refuses to look it.
- Sign On The Shelf
- Wet paint
- Dry Since
- The kiln, honestly
- People Who Touch It Anyway
- All of them
- Stripes
- Two, both caught mid-run
- Finish
- Permanent, disguised as unfinished
