This summer I met a beautiful girl named Brielle - she had sun-kissed blonde hair and a really kind heart. A few months ago I ran into her at school/work and she took me down to her studio - a labyrinth of senior sculptures, misshapen faces and whimsical wall doodles in the old college gym. I turned the corner and saw the loveliest, white ceramic bowels, I was enamored. So I asked, "oh my gosh, they're gorgeous! Who's are these?!" Sheepish smile from Brielle "oh, they're mine!"
Ok, you got class girl - her modest pieces are rough ceramic on the outside and glazed glass inside. Each one plays on continuous lines and dents, waves and curves. They wouldn't be out of place in Scandinavia.