05/21/2019
A smelly occupation
Clay, (I'm Liken it too!) *
Clay not only takes one by the hand it coats your mind with slurry but not to worry! When I open my bag of clay from Enderby Cliffs that Scent of Mother Earth awakens new ideas in my mind bout creating something Out of Hand, daydreaming about a pot for every room and occasion, potting every day from Twelve o'clock AM till Twelve o'clock Noon.
Pot and Potting all day long and every and night as well and firing up that old kiln will drive you crazing for your love of glazing? Try and throw a perfect pot NO SWEAT!
All fired up and Ready to Go, Mud, Sweat and Tears, now I reveal my pots for the show.
To our many guides and coaches who made thousands of pots that we purchased, your hands are so many, you showed us the way to a lifestyle of fire, stone and clay.
This occupation can be smelly but the rewards are so many through the Fires of Hell our crushed rock does melt and when the kiln cools down our pottery from Hell turns in to a glazed and beautiful pot.
Pottery from Heaven and Earth and pots quenched by Fire and Water makes the true life of every dusty, dirty, dedicated and yes Addicted Potter.
Poem by Bonnie Anderson
Potters Addict
Ceramic Art Centre