We traded cups a few weeks ago. Since the work squeaked out of the kiln right before the deadline, I was only able to take some hasty snaps, before the trading began. Students made some excellent work this year. I was delighted that trading actually happened, to be honest. I was worried. Sometimes, when you make something, you fall a little bit in love with it. But, all trades are final!
Sunday, April 3, 2022
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