Making them is becoming therapeutic for me. They take ages to make, sticking on each tiny little spike and it frustrates me that I can make them quicker. But I am reminded - this is clay, you can't force it. Well you can but that's lame and slipping it into a production mold kinda beats the whole point.
I suppose the white is my way of hoping for purity, simplicity. My world feels crazy at the moment yet if I can create these beautiful pure objects maybe something good has come from it. Maybe I'm just hoping for snow again this winter