Glazed/Glass mixed/Black clay

Signed on the back.

Thinking about the disconnection and miscommunication.
Thinking about the spaces and the gaps between myself to others.
Relationship between you and me, you and you, someone to someone.
We crash like the spear and shield.
Stabbing and blocking, taking turns over and over again.
I wonder are we enjoying this painful bleeding, bruising one and other, we may already know how it simply ends but hard to see the end of it.
I turned around then chose to stop to seeing what's behind me.
I blocked, starting to stab instead.
Or it's your turn now.
I will hide away and will keep the silence.