I spent hours with these pieces. The rhythm of the carving become a form of meditation. There’s something so peaceful about the way the forest-green glaze eventually settles into those grooves like moss over stone. I love how they turn out.
Carved Ceramic
Mazinger Z
Mazinger Z is another childhood memory I have. I barely remember any plot or the pilot but the robot and the weapons of Mazinger Z have been imprinted in my little mind. I remember pretending my arms amd fists can fly and hit bad guys. LOL