There was a Forms of the Formless 2010 to 2019 that ceased before the kilns closed, an envious position, to have an open and and a close. It said everything it had to say, concluded making cement blocks as condominiums,  the last here. It ended with no regrets the way writing  ended at the end of 2021 after more than fifty years. How does one know it ends? You know. Of course there is mop up to attempt permanent form  preserved, either sold, published or put around along the canals and on the walls. You remember George Ohr buried some of his ten years of work in the Biloxi woods and ended in 1909, but 7000 pieces, just like Basho wandered the country and lived under bridges. You think it absurd to compare these outlets to the present? You think there's a difference in scale from large to small, many to few, one to ten. There's no difference. One is  many. 

I began production again in 2022. There is a prejudice of scale to the large, spectacular even while we all know that the size is immaterial to the soul.