NOTE: I wrote this on July 9th, just after Terry Hass died.
Twice each day Chris and I remove toothbrushes and toothpaste from the ceramic holder – the one that Terry made - that sits on the shelf below our medicine cabinet.
The glazes are a mix of brown and gray, earthy like all her pottery. A series of elongated S—like perforations provide ventilation and drying, and are reminiscent of a flock of birds in flight. Practicality and beauty were inseparable for her.
Now that she’s gone those holes in the toothbrush holder are like the holes in our heart.