Wednesday, December 20, 2006


I like the word "florero." I sometimes hear them called "pots," which doesn't seem worthy of these earthen objects turned on a wheel, shaped by the human touch, glazed in subtle colors that repay close attention. A surprise present of some of them came direct from the maker. I like to keep one close to me wherever I'm reading or working. I look to hold one of the smaller ones, partly rough and partly smooth, nestled in the palm of my hand. A larger one has gray-blue and gray-green with speckles that bring to mind certain freshwater fish. Natural light loves them all, and so do I.


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