There is something mystical that happens in the belly of the dragon as it swallows wood after wood to feed its hunger. The flames climb high into the night and they lick and whisper into the pots as they exchange their smother for colours. As a potter, you can only surrender the last touches of the creation to nature and be at rest with what emerges from the test of fire.
Yet, all of these cannot happen without the hard work of people who continually feed the dragon to satisfy its appetite, well deep into the night. Special thanks goes to Mr Lim, Kwok Sun and students at Ceramic House, as well as organisers of the recent Awaken the Dragon festival. Thank you for making this possible!