I mean of course these look good. Great even. To roll one in your hands. All the bright desire of commodity souvenirs - their cute lovable simplicity, the love of refuse, the handmade, the cutsey irrelevance in a line. The tiny sculpture trick. The Richard Scary one of each kind trick.
The Artworld always has exactly one ceramist, and one could find a conspiracy in this with the passing of that other major clay-man, her emerging as he was passing into history. It’s a like a tenured position: The Artworld’s ceramist. Not that Kusaka isn’t good, but rather where are the others, there must be some, can’t just be one potter.