Fired or unfired, porcelain is seductive. It has an energy all its own.  When rolled paper thin, it is as delicate as silk, ethereal.  It has its own voice, its own effortless movement. As long as you don’t get in its way.  When Jean Arp said that “The essence of a sculpture must enter on tip-toe, as light as animal footprints on snow,” he could have been talking about porcelain.