This bowl is a study in beautiful contradiction: thrown round on the wheel, then gently pressed into something that resists easy categorization. Not quite square, not quite round, its softly cornered rim is Kathy Cady’s hand working the still-supple clay after the wheel stopped spinning, a quiet intervention that transforms a functional object into something more personal and alive.
The exterior is raw and elemental. The terra cotta color dominates the lower two-thirds, its surface carrying fine horizontal throwing lines seen through the dusty orange of the glaze. Ash and soda have drifted unevenly across the upper body during firing, leaving frothy white deposits that cling to the textured surface like morning frost on bark, the boundary between glaze and clay ragged and completely unrepeatable.
The crackle-glazed interior is a serene counterpoint, its pale sage and warm grey tones smooth and contemplative, the fine crackle network mapping the surface like a quiet exhale.
Sized perfectly for a steaming cup of matcha tea on a slow weekend morning, or a small pour of butternut squash bisque on a crisp afternoon.