You’ve got to hand it to whoever made this vase, they didn’t want a perfectly formed pot and they went out of their way to make sure that it wasn’t!
The lip has been twisted this way and that, just like the Waltza fairground ride it rides up and down throwing the edge around in wild [...]
Some vases are in truth attractive (so I’ve heard - I’ve yet to find one), others are utilitarian vessels, some are downright ugly. This one defies belief in quite how foul it’s possible to make a vase.
I guess it’s supposed to resemble a bucket, but it’s not that good. It has what appear to be [...]
It’s getting chilly in the mornings at this time of year, and there’s quite enought frosted glass around on my car and house windows let along having a vase made with frosted glass.
I suppose it makes sense to have frosted glass to hide any gunk and dirt that gathers inside the vase, but haven’t these [...]
This hunk of stoneware comes from the English Dovecote Pottery. Adoring the base are two ducks either squaring up for a fight, or more likely due to the somewhat lecherous look on their faces two ducks about to engage in some loving.
I call it a vase, and I suppose it is as the hollow tree [...]
This is a hand made and decorated pot, by which I take it to mean it was made by a person operating some machines rather than automatically produced. It certainly wasn’t entirely made by hand but at the least a spinning wheel and punch were used.
Of course hand made doesn’t always equate to quality, sometimes [...]
You don’t see many wooden vases, for the fairly obvious reason that they’re not waterproof plus the rot. Wood is about the worst material you could possibly make a vase from.
Not so this one though, it’s wood cleverly wrapped around a ceramic pot. It’s only about five inches tall but it’s quite cute, although being [...]
Bull fighting at the best of times isn’t one of my favourite sports although it’s still performed in Spain to this day. Adorning this this square bottle vase with leather depicting a bull fighting scene doesn’t do much to please me either.
Now call me squeamish as I sit here writing wearing my (leather) shoes and [...]