The deep, shadowed green of an ancient pine at dusk—the tree that holds its colour through the harshest winter and so became, in Chinese culture, the very emblem of endurance and quiet strength. Ground through with the darkness of scholar's ink, this hue feels both alive and contemplative. There is a fitting poetry in finding such resilience in a glaze reborn from clay that refused to be discarded—a colour that has survived, and deepened, in the surviving.