Sydney ceramicist Ebony Russell may be cackling like a witchy godmother in the darkest of fairy tales as she whips up her luscious creations, but there’s challenging thought behind all that dripping, spiky, ice-creamy beauty that she creates. She’s a rule breaker who’s rapidly becoming an icon of playful, questioning womanhood in the realm of ceramics. Her work sparks conversations about women’s bodies, childhood nightmares, piping and icing, jaggedness and softness, siren lures, pricked fingers, blood and holes.