I would love to claim that I planned out this little pendant with loads of thumbnail sketches and careful combinations of colors and textures. But…nah. I played with these colors. I rolled. I twisted. (The clay, not me) I sliced and rolled some more. And at some point I looked at my result and said, “Ooh, that looks like a tree in a windy meadow.” And Windy Meadow was born. It really is a lovely little piece of art even if it was a very happy accident.