Unfortunately I don't seem to be in the habit of writing down my concoctions of washes and glazes. It came back to bite me in the butt with this one.
You think at the time of making, that you'll remember......but it just slips away over the months, never to be remembered again.
This is the pot, the large oval on the bottom.
This reminds me of the fissured bark on some bonsai trunks as it ages and stretches the outer layers of bark over the years. This red colour will turn dark brown when fired with the recesses keeping the white colour of the clay.