There's something magical about pottery. Getting your hand stuck into clay is so primeval you are immediately back to the first age of Mankind,— not to mention your childhood, fingers oozing with mud. Clay happily takes all kinds of shapes in one's hands. You are at one with the creative process. And it is so simple anyone has the fingers to do it.

Add to this the potter's wheel, and you make a technological leap to the world of utilitarian objects: bowls, pots, plates. The application of glazes and the firing of these clay embryo in a kiln turn your clay handiwork into a fragile but lasting stoneware or porcelain.

I have not been on a potter's wheel for some years now, and I have to confess I miss it. You need a lot of space and time for pottery. Plus you need a kiln and technical knowledge of glazes to make a good pot. I use to rely on the local arts council to help me with the glazing and firing of my clay output, but the time and space needed to have your own kiln and store all your pots defeated me in the end. And people do not think of hand made pots as serious art, certainly not
to the point of paying art prices for it.

Someday I will get a kiln, acquire a few glaze recipes, and I will then be transported to that Lost Eden. Meanwhile, here are a few of my glazed pottery done over the years, circa 1979-1992.