When I work I feel it in my bones sometimes and yes with this one as the sound of the word polynya kept rolling off my mouth in the various dialects I imagined from my Russian ancestors (I understand the word polynya is Russian for pool).
So when I chop the glass, pick the right brush, and every other movement I make -- all seem to set loose some grace that pleases me in the result. A huge sigh, of course!. Why should it not be beautiful?
I love this brown sediment glaze. Maybe it's a precursor of a trip I'll make to Antarctica as a useful person on a ship?
Center is copper green glaze framed by chopped blue sea glass. White matte and lavender rim assembled from refined materials.