I love pitchers.
Not just making them.
But pitchers. I LOVE everything about them.
Some potters go nutty over teapots, teabowls or whatever.
I love pitchers.
I love the way handles are so crucial to the balance of the form as well as its function.
I adore seeing spouts offering up the contents of the interior.
Pitchers can be so many things, but I think most (if not all) articulate in some manner,
the human-ness of pottery. The lips of the spout, the belly of the jug, the foot, the broad shoulders supporting the sprouting handle. It's all there!
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