I run my hands over the satiny surfaces of the cups I am unwrapping. They need to be touched. The water etched images are lifting through the surface of the glaze. Last night I brought back a box of still warm to the touch cups and I am just now taking a moment to soak them in. They are beautiful.
The surfaces are subtle and satiny. The cups nestle into palms of my hands.
Soon I will box these up, and Sunday I will drive them downtown to MADE fair where they will passed from hand to hand and touched.