Trade ya a greenie for a brownie.
I remember in Elementary school when some kid other than yourself was picking his nose you would say “ I’ll trade ya a greenie for a brownie.” Other classics were “pick me a winner, or don’t pick your nose you’ll poke your eyes out!.” So great being a kid when PC is out the window.
The scratch I can’t itch told me that green pots don’t sell. I looked around my house and sure enough I don’t have any green pots other than my favourite Richard Batterham’s and the pots I bought last year in Korea. I do have a pile of brownies in every shade of the somber palette.
Here are some pics of my green stage. I rather like the pots. I was a poster boy for MKM stamps at the time and I loved what I called Korean celadon on those pots. Another time I was told shino didn’t sell so I devoted more than a decade to proving that wrong. I made some pots this week and thought I’d love to revisit my greenies. Does that happen to you in your careers? You go back and revisit a period and try to bring new life to it.These pots and the little shino bottle were from my train kiln that I tore down and moved to the big city lights of Hamilton