So busy yesterday, and so tired. So a tiny teacup of a post, while I listen to the rain outside in the darkness.
Yesterday I spent part of my day at Gallery Dam where So Jung has her solo show at the moment, meeting folks and watching Sojung get filmed by a Finnish documentary crew (more on that later). While I was there I met Sojung’s mother, who collects interesting teas and who poured me a cup.
The tea above is vintage, from fields that were ruined by Japanese soldiers at the end of the war, as they retreated. Twice as old as me, and with a woody, mild flavour with hints of smoke. The tiny cup tastes delicate and old, the flavour thin, but distinct like the memory of a single moment.
That cup and saucer would have been in my bag in a trice…
I may have nearly the same design of ceramic somewhere in my collection of art objects. That’s one of the reason I liked this cup so much – it reminded me of something very familiar.