White is never empty
Tin-white glaze gives every saturated mark a bright, deliberate field of air.
A garden held in fire
Red earns the final word
Raised coral bole catches the light where a carnation turns toward the room.
Every hue keeps its edge
Cobalt, emerald, and turquoise remain jewel-clear inside a crisp black contour.
Rhythm lets the garden rise
Repeating sprigs turn one tile into a continuous, measured field of movement.