Holocaust Remembrance Day

The ten o'clock siren this morning,announcing a minute's silence and reflection all over the country,found me unloading yesterday's glaze kiln. Contemplating these huddled white bodies in their gas oven brought an overwhelming rush of complicated feelings- so many died just like this,including large parts of my own family: yet these guys survived their ordeal,which for me represents a tremendous "tikkun",or fixing- in fact,they're on their way to a design show in Sweden. They are porcelain,unglazed outside,celadon inside.