These pots are not meant to walk off of home-retail-shop-shelves into someones basket, carrier, car, lift, apartment/house/home/two up two down/mansion/bedsit.
They are not intended to be shipped off to china and mass produced.
They will never be the complex design-y, clean line inovative 'new shape', 'new material' new anything.
Their rigidness and bulkiness grounds them.
They are for your eyes and your head. Not your mind, or your soul. Just your eyeballs and your noggin.
They are most certainatly not for you mantle piece, in fact I challenge thee to fit one on it.
Their fludity makes them human.
Makes you want to touch them, reach out and touch their soft, shiney, hard yet cuddley exterior.
And be enticed by the narrative each pot skims on.
And each personality trait each on carries, like a burden, these pots say what you didn't have the guts to say. Or say the things that some people find so hard sometimes.
They let you let it all out, or at least a little.
Have a think about what it is you should've said or done today.
If you want.
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