I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency. And it often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.
more folded coffee cups
more cups, the new ones have a different glaze; again an alkaline one, it gives such terrific shades of blue and turquoise. the cup at the left (with a glaze born from an error... which liked a lot) has a rough stone like surface, while the cup at the right has a soft velvet shine.