I was thrilled when I became an owner of a Forever Cup. It has a special place in my home and Ill treasure it always. But I was a bit saddened when I actually picked up my cup. When the exhibition was whole it reminded me of a ceramics version of a mass planting of pale tulips at the Keukenhof. The cups had a beauty of repetition. Now, the harvest is over the field is bare.
Courtesy of Karel Sigtenhorst