From the first time I held a lump of clay and formed a wee pinch pot as a child, I was hooked on pottery. While it took a long time for that passion to manifest itself in the form of my own pottery studio it has been well worth the wait. Exploring the form and function of a pot and then translating it from my imagination into clay is a wonderful challenge.
Pottery serves as a visceral connection to the elements for me. And in coming full circle, it’s hard to hold a piece of stoneware and not feel a connection to the hands that made it. The lines of a pot, the gentle curves, the hue of the glaze … these are all places where the potter touches and influences.
It has been said that the potter does not have the final say over their creations, that the kiln does. Part of being a potter is learning to control and accept what happens in the kiln, however I feel that ultimately, the patron, has the final say about what a piece will become. Just because I create a pot and call it a vase doesn’t mean that someone won’t use it as a drinking vessel. Rather than be concerned about this or take it personally, I embrace it because I have made a piece of pottery that is going to be used and enjoyed.