Just looking at photos of Marianne Nielsen's ceramics makes my blood pressure drop, so I can't even imagine how soothing and lovely it would be to have one (or several) in my home. The colors, the curves, the hint of Scandinavian magic — they're absolutely incredible ……But, unfortunately, not available for sale anywhere, at least as far as I can tell. Even if they were for sale, these are all, I believe, one-of-a-kind fine-art pieces. (Dear Marianne, Do you have any spare little mountains lying around, perhaps one with a chip or imperfect glazing? I would be happy to give it a very good home. Love, Tess.)
I guess the only things I can content myself with are (1) knowing such beautiful things exist in the world, and (2) perhaps from now on I'll pay more attention to quirky little ceramic pieces I might happen upon in thrift stores. I think sometimes it's hard to separate ceramics from certain 1970s-weird-planters-with-heavy-glazes associations, especially when they're in a jumble of junk on a thrift store shelf. But if I can imagine them displayed serenely like Marianne Nielsen's work, I might be able to see them in a whole new way, and find a little wreath or mountain or wave of hair to take home.