Handmade mud-pies in the driveway, handmade forts created in old creek beds and high in trees as a child, why not handmade pottery as an adult?
When I get up in the morning with eyelids half open -often clumsily hopping on one foot from the toy I stepped on on the way to the kitchen- there's comfort in holding that hot mug of coffee in my hands. At one point I wedged that clay in my hands, I threw the form on the wheel with my own fingertips, and that handle that fits my hand unlike any other, I shaped myself. That mug wasn't made anywhere else and there will never be another just like it. That mug is handmade with "imperfections" that make it perfect for me.
After attending Montana State University School of Art I had the opportunity to teach Art in Hawaii, and then in 2006, open a pottery studio in St. Ansgar, Iowa. I'm blessed to be…
- Joined August 24, 2010