Whipstick.

After 11 years of drought, I think it almost safe to say we're entering a period of average rainfall.

Last Winter was just below average, but this Winter it's rained nearly every day, I'm over it.

Over the last few years of visiting the Whipstick forest, it had become beautiful for its desolation. So much of the bush had been dead for so long that as you walked, it simply crumbled if you made contact with it.

Now it's so lush that the colours are almost gross.

Orchids, violets and fungi popping up everywhere. Most I have never seen before.

I wonder whether my ceramics are about to enter a new "colour" phase.

Testing a new glaze.

Possibly (understatement) a bit too fluid.

I new it was going to run a bit, but wow! That drip at the back stopped just in time.
This is now my favourite coffee cup.

Back to testing. I think I need to add some more clay (I'm using the same clay as the body in stead of kaolin) I find it easier to stop crazing this way))  to the glaze.

My "Great" Great Grandmother.

On a recent trip to Sale, I was delighted to find this statue of my Great Grandmothers horse Patrobas, in Rosedale, Victoria.
It's not often that I get to visit the area these days, but I have many fond memories of holidays at Nambrok, the (no longer) family farm.
If your ever in that area, you should visit the Sale Gallery; It has a wonderful selection of Victor Greenaway vessels, in the retail shop. I nearly bought them all, probably will on my next visit.