A fun stoneware piece by Bill Jones who grew up in an old stone farmhouse and from an early age found beauty in simple articulations of material. A loosely laid stone wall, a sketch done with a finger in damp sand, the haphazard stability of a quickly erected structure. As a potter, he worked with simple materials and methods in a constant attempt to channel this same beauty. He thinks of his pots as drawings – each piece a passing attempt to realize a form in his head. His memory of these forms is a living thing and as it changes and distorts, so does his work. The pots are articulated by the flowing lines, jagged marks and gentle indentations left by his hands. All work is shown and no blemish is hidden.