This jar was where dad kept his brushes between paintings. It came to us via my grandmother who taught the Native American children of southern Arizona. I know, white people’s attempt to erase the native culture. But they were all doing the best they could at the time, without our 20/20 hindsight. The parents of her students gave her various personal items in gratitude. This pot was among those lovely things. The patterned pot is from Jemez Pueblo, Toya is the makers name. This is a 7 x 10 watercolor.