|What I discovered amidst the packing peanuts!|
|Phew! Found these as I was getting the box ready for the recycle bin.|
The pieces are big and I could try glueing it but (in true shoestring spirit) I am toying with the idea of turning it into something else altogether or even displaying it as is in some manner. There is a certain rough beauty about the break lines. The fragments cry out to me "I survived" and why not? Isn't that what life does to us? Shatters us to bits and forces us to create something new out of the mess.
Perhaps raku pots are like hearts: beautiful even after they break.