My graduate school advisor worked in found object assemblages, intricate structures incorporating row on row of identical units. (He once did an entire gallery exhibit of yard sale hammers, all similar, but all unique.) One of anything doesn't interest me, he'd say, But a bunch of things, all alike, I eat that stuff up.
I always think of him at times like this, with a table full of bowls, all waxed and stacked and ready to glaze. This one's for you, Dick.