
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.
Jillian
With a napkin and some tea Jillian helps her sister wash the dirt from her face and hands. She gently pulls pine needles from her hair. Her sister holds her teacup like a live thing, half expecting too strong a breath to further shatter it.
“We’ll paint it with my set. No one will be able to tell. And it’s such a little chip, all the way at the bottom. It’ll all be okay. You’ll see.”
Her sister stares at her hands and their contents.
“You’ll see.” Jillian places the bow back in her sister’s long, black hair.