Honestly if you’re given the choice between Armageddon or tea you don’t say ‘what kind of tea?’ -Neil Gaiman, I say let the world go to hell but I should always have my tea. -Fyodor Dostoevsky, Pottery, Sculpture, She's a witch of trouble in electric blue In her own mad mind she's in love with you., Tea for two hundred and two, The Infinite Improbability Drive- hooking the logic circuits of a Bambleweeny 57 Sub-Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea), Tiffin innit, Wind in the willow's playin' 'Tea For Two' The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
As most of you are aware, Esme loves a nice cup of tea with her sticky bun of an afternoon/late morning/dead of the night – therefore the following teapots by Michael Grafton are an absolute joy to behold. Here are the two links I found for him, if you are not au fait (or care not a jot) with/for Facebook he does have a blog, however doesn’t use it much. I have gleaned from the Twits that in 2009 Mitchell started his own art-pottery company, Grafton Pottery, in Panama City. There is no online connection to that mind. I’m wild about his creativity.
I did try to keep the number of photos down some, but ultimately had to at least include the following set. Suitable for the maddest of tea parties . . .
The above . . . my favourite.
The detail of the mouse, beautiful cracked glazing.