Andrew Gilliatt's latest body of work makes me want to scream, in that "I scream for ice cream" kind of way. I don't really scream for ice cream, but never mind that. When I look at his tumblers, cereal bowls, mugs, and platters - elegant, iterative forms, yet each one unique in its imaginative combination of colored slip, glazes, resist patterns, and decals - I'm transported back to the ice cream shop in the town where I grew up, face and hands pressed against the glass case of my monitor, mesmerized by all the sweet options.