Tuesday, October 13, 2009
96. Formal Figs
This summer, we took our holidays in les Cevennes, a region of France noted for its ceramics [and for being the epicentre of the Huguenots and French Protestantism]. It''s a beautiful region equal to anything I've seen around Provençe and has a proud history of being non-conformist stretching back to the heretical Cathars. There happened to be a pottery festival in the village of Anduze where our campsite was and that's where we bought this deep, heavily glazed dish. The glaze is so dark it's almost black but as the pot is turned it reflects hues of alizarin crimson, sap green and ultramarine blue. To be honest, I could have filled a crate with desirable ceramic wares if I had the money and Michael O'Leary would let me on one of his planes, the brute.