
The glaze is a little more green than in this photo, and has greater subtlety than is often seen in similar Beauce glazes. It’s a standard dark ground with lighter drip from the top/centre.
Jacqueline
“More tea?”
“Of course.”
Two girls with straight black hair, plaid dresses and bows, white tights and black mary janes. Perfect teeth in tiny mouths. The picnic had been on for an hour or so, the adults cheering various strange races and contests, the older children competing for trinkets. Left alone on a pale blue blanket, a wicker basket full of lunch, a thermos full of tea and dark, sturdy teacups. Jacqueline pours carefully, straining with the liquid’s weight. A slight slip and she burns her sister, who pushes her off the blanket, down the hill.