memory

Small ash-glazed vase.
The simplicity of its form and the texture of the glaze make it special to me.
The feather belonged to our late rooster, Horace, timid and very dear.
May he rest in peace.

ash glaze - cone 6 firing.

This image makes me think of objects around us as keepers of memory, traces of life.
Horace’s presence still lingers in feathers, in shadows, in photographs,. He belongs in a period of my life that was beautiful and distant now.