I think it started with my Nanu's teapot. She had many, but this one was majolica, made in Italy around the turn of the 19th-20th century. I would look at it and wonder how they did it. Fast forward approximately forty years later to a majolica workshop given by a grad student at R.I.C. I went home, pulled Nanu's teapot out of storage and aha, "I can do that!"
I am a fauve at heart. I love the colors I can achieve with Majolica, the feel of my brush on raw glaze, and the risk of having one chance to get it right.
This blog will be a work in progress. I decided to start posting because I am fully capable of losing myself in dithering.