Layered Histories
Brushing away loose particles in the pit exposes rings within the porcelain walls—a subtle darkening where fractured pieces repeatedly settled. These aren’t clean breaks but a gathering of countless small impacts, each leaving its mark as a denser band. The shell of the teacup, viewed this way, seems to expand outward with remembered weight; wholeness isn't inherent in the material itself but built from layers of contact and slow accumulation. A quiet stillness settles on the facets catching the light—a form revealed not made.