Ceramic pots placed on a long table. Thirty years of work. Each pot a large handful of earth spun and shaped and mixed with other handfuls of earth to form a pot, hardened in the heat of fire.
Delicate pots spaced carefully, each delicately balancing, as I walk around to find some nice angles to enjoy and appreciate the physical composition. It felt like seeing music in physical three dimensions and I could view it from above or from the side and backwards, if I wanted to.
Eventually I found a nice angle to view some of my favourite pots. There was something clean and harmonious about this view so I took a picture.