The Cobra Vase
A visceral form takes shape – the cobra, poised mid-rise, its hood flared in quiet defiance. The evil eye, carved in a sudden burst, becomes a focal point, an emblem of protection and presence. There’s an ancient symbolism at play here, one that feels both watchful and intimate.
The surface is tactile, deliberately rough. It evokes the scaled texture of a snake’s hood – dry, leathery, almost alive. A manganese oxide wash bleeds into its crevices, settling deep into the rawness of the clay, settling like memory, emphasizing every mark and motion of the hand that made it.
This is a single-fired piece, left unglazed and elemental. There’s no attempt to smooth or perfect it any further. Instead, it stands as it is – bold, grounded, and alive with myth. The Cobra Vase doesn’t just sit in space; it claims it.