A floating platter.

I've been away from the studio for a few weeks. 

This platter was one of the last pieces I made and it sat on the bench  for weeks waiting for its glaze fire. It's a rare thing for me to leave a piece glazed but not fired.

I've been otherwise distracted by the renovation of my old home, in need of some structural work to an external wall. The local council have a heritage overlay on it so it has required a site visit, followed by engineers report, building plans and building permit.

I'm not sure that I'm ever going to tackle an old build again. Besides the heritage requirements, it's almost impossible to get a builder interested in an old building. I've heard it said a few times now that builders are only really interested in assembling new houses. It all arrives in sections on a truck and they put it together on a nice new concrete slab.

Seems like ceramics, building is a dying skill too.

PS. The smell of those coffee beens to the left of the platter had me thinking of little else than how quickly I could pack up and make a double, double shot espresso. Which I've unfortunately just finished; perhaps another.

This piece; Hand thrown (potters wheel).