Blue-Eyed Wanderer

The cat stands mid-stride, tail curled upward in a question mark, as though it has just decided to go somewhere without telling anyone. Its body is shaped without a mold, fingertip pressure and a small blade are visible in the silhouette's gentle irregularities. The glaze fires to a soft matte white, and the stripe marks are drawn in underglaze with a single brush hair's width. Those two turquoise eyes hold a quiet peculiarity. Not jewels, not glass, just a small pool of colored glaze that the kiln deepened into something almost watery. They give the piece its personality, the feeling that the cat is looking slightly past you rather than at you. At roughly 7 by 5 centimeters, it sits in the palm like a found object from a market stall in an old coastal city. The weight is satisfying, the edges softly rounded. It is a small thing made to be touched and worn, not displayed behind glass.