Sublime Celadon

I have a preference for the pale green or pale blue colour glazes of Korean celadon pottery. We are fortunate to have a substantial collection of celadon wares, from the original 10th century Chinese celadons to more moderns Thai celadons; on permanent display in our local, Canterbury Museum. I can look at them forever.
Middle photo.

Whilst I have no ancient celadon pottery myself, I do have a small collection of modern celadon wares, carefully chosen to evoke a similar feeling in me, to those Korean celadons I visit annually. I may not be able to photograph these as they are now behind perspex to protect them from the Canterbury earthquakes; and Claud-quakes! In the meantime, a photo of similar Chris Weaver work to that which I own.
At top.

Outside of pottery, for me, celadon-the-colour evokes the slightly sterile glazed tiles in the stairwells of the victorian building of my old high school; and aspects of the varied old asylum buildings I have worked in as a psychiatric nurse in England and New Zealand. Which I like. Calming, I suppose if you believe the cliche as to why hospitals were often painted pale green in days gone by. I love true celadons because they are both warm and cooling, austere and rich at the same time. They speak to me, perhaps of me too.

From the sublime to the domestic...celadon, in my home. On the kitchen walls (we aimed for a more manageable version of the 'depression green' that much of our 1929 villa interior was originally painted (Dulux Van Gogh (interior) green); and these missoni-esq retro hand towels my mother-in-law gifted us from her sister-in-law's deceased estate.