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| "Tumble, tumbleweed, tumble through my hart..." |
It feels like the South Easter hasn't let go for weeks. My garden is dried out, the Cape is dusty and everyone is feeling a bit frazzled, but in the quiet space of the pottery studio even that can be inspirational. I've been wanting to make this platter for a while with a beautiful photograph as reference but I kept on forgetting to bring it and in the end the drawing came straight from the heart and not the head.
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| Detail of the tumbleweed sketch |
2 comments:
dis pragtig. ek kan voel hoe skarrel die tolbos deur my hart... x
Dankie skat :)
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