Creating hand made tiles to line the front wall of my porch was one of my most successful artistic endeavors. I wanted everything in my home to have an artist touch to it and be a bit eclectic.
Taking pottery through City for a few days gave me more heavy bottomed pots than I can to admit, but these tiles were one of most meaningful creations I made. Obviously, this is to something I can take with me when we move.
I wonder what the new buyer will do with them, leave them, smash them, tile over them? This picture and a few broken tiles will be all what I have to remember this feature of my home that made it mine.