The pleasure of applying the first brush load of paint to a wall, when the contrast of the new colour against the old is brilliant, when the arm is not yet tired, when the excitement of making is still present. This is what Hakeme is; the excitement of painting before all the tedium sets in. Decorative motifs in loosely applied iron oxide still atop the white slip. To my biased eye they work in harmony, and they work as juxtaposition. At some point in the process we must make decisions. No art was made by sitting on the fence except cow portraits. Ceramics can be flat, and even, and shiny, and reflect little. Ceramics can the textured and soft and reflect much. With my hakeme I have chosen visual depth. I find it rewards long after the fact.