To hold a teacup
made by a friend in one’s hand is conversation. At night I have been re-reading “The Unknown Craftsman: A Japanese Insight into Beauty,” by Soetsu Yanagi. Last night's chapter was on Irregularity, and how perfection can “admit no freedom.” I have this teacup I use in fall and winter, and it is a “second” by a friend. When she made it, there was a slight crack in the glaze running down one side, but the feel was right and comfortable for my hand. She gave these away to friends who wanted them, as they could not sell. It has good “lift.” It has history and friendship, which I think any great object has to bring value to oneself.
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