To pot is to be…. Clay gets into your soul…You shed tears of mud…Clay becomes part of your finger tips and drips lines of mud to your heart.
In 1975, when I walked into my first pottery class, I knew I had foundan outlet to the visual artist that I left behind to study music. I begancombining throwing on the wheel and hand building early on. After my children were born, I left pottery home so that I could earn a livingand take care of my family.
In 2009, when I retired, I wanted to return to clay. When I found the Potter’s guild I once again felt that draw to the feel of the clay. As an artist, I look at the clay as it comes off of a trimmed pot and I
see figures in it. Sometimes I see flowers and sometimes a dragon. Animals forms fascinate me, how they move and how they are in repose.
I work with clay in a quick and free form fashion. I often make things that I see in the clay itself. I am continuing to hone my skills so that one day my thrown forms will be consistent, but I am not a perfectionist and if you are, you should look at another potter’s work.