Gallery

Green Celadon Pot

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Green Celadon Pot


10” x 10” x 14”


I do not try to create perfect pots. My effort is to express a feeling or a thought and to leave perfection to others. However, I did try to make this coil-constructed pot carefully.  I wanted it to reflect simplicity and harmony of line.  A celadon glaze was chosen to link it with the traditions of the past. When the piece was fired it came from the kiln so perfect that I thought others might think of it as machine made.  A short time afterward a civic group requested objects to raffle during their silent auction. The event was to raise money for its Children’s Foundation. I donated the piece. Bids were capped at a cost determined by the fundraisers. A person who attended the event complained that there was no opportunity to bid for the pot. Evidently someone early in the evening had offered the highest suggested bid. That closed the bidding process. I thought to myself that he or she must have really wanted it to have bid the highest price right off the bat.  Why did they do that? Was it the color of the pot? Its size? The fact that it was made well? Or did they simply have disposable income and considered it a buy? What do you think? How do you value a ceramic piece?

Micaceous Pitcher

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Micaceous Pitcher


10” x 10” x 12”


When working within a large healthcare organization, I had the opportunity to travel to Tanzania on several occasions. While I felt at home in cities, I felt terribly unsettled when I was on the plains and in the spartan villages of the Tanzanian people. I knew how to live with the hubbub of our cities, but not the earthiness of their country. Said another way, the Tanzanian people were at home with the earth in a way that I was not. Today I live in Santa Fe, an area of the country in which its peoples have long been at home with earthiness. Here, pots have been fashioned from the soil for centuries. I have often wondered if fashioning pots from clay would yield some of the secrets known to Native Americans as well as the Tanzanian people. The answer is yes. In Africa, I learned about how I had grown apart from the earth. In the Southwest I learned about having grown apart from the spirit. Making pots slows you down. You cannot easily run from thinking about yourself, your ways, others, their ways. and ultimately the Other.

Micaeous Clay Pot

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Micaeous Clay Pot


10” x 10” x 9”


When working within a large healthcare organization, I had the opportunity to travel to Tanzania on several occasions. While I felt at home in cities, I felt terribly unsettled when I was on the plains and in the spartan villages of the Tanzanian people. I knew how to live with the hubbub of our cities, but not the earthiness of their country. Said another way, the Tanzanian people were at home with the earth in a way that I was not. Today I live in Santa Fe, an area of the country in which its peoples have long been at home with earthiness. Here, pots have been fashioned from the soil for centuries. I have often wondered if fashioning pots from clay would yield some of the secrets known to Native Americans as well as the Tanzanian people. The answer is yes. In Africa, I learned about how I had grown apart from the earth. In the Southwest I learned about having grown apart from the spirit. Making pots slows you down. You cannot easily run from thinking about yourself, your ways, others, their ways. and ultimately the Other.

Micaeous Clay Pot

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Micaeous Clay Pot


10” x 10” x 9”


When working within a large healthcare organization, I had the opportunity to travel to Tanzania on several occasions. While I felt at home in cities, I felt terribly unsettled when I was on the plains and in the spartan villages of the Tanzanian people. I knew how to live with the hubbub of our cities, but not the earthiness of their country. Said another way, the Tanzanian people were at home with the earth in a way that I was not. Today I live in Santa Fe, an area of the country in which its peoples have long been at home with earthiness. Here, pots have been fashioned from the soil for centuries. I have often wondered if fashioning pots from clay would yield some of the secrets known to Native Americans as well as the Tanzanian people. The answer is yes. In Africa, I learned about how I had grown apart from the earth. In the Southwest I learned about having grown apart from the spirit. Making pots slows you down. You cannot easily run from thinking about yourself, your ways, others, their ways. and ultimately the Other.

Large Pots

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Large Pot

12” x 12” x 15”


When working within a large healthcare organization, I had the opportunity to travel to Tanzania on several occasions. While at home in cities, I was terribly unsettled when on the plains and in the spartan villages of the Tanzanian people. I knew how to live with the hubbub of our cities but not the earthiness of their country. Said another way, they were at home with the earth in a way that I was not.

Today I live in Santa Fe, an area of the country in which its peoples have long been at home with earthiness. Here, pots have been fashioned from the soil for centuries. I have often wondered if fashioning pots from clay would yield some of the secrets known to Native Americans as well as the Tanzanian people.

The answer is yes. In Africa, I learned about having grown apart from the earth. In the Southwest I learned about having grown apart from the spirit. Making pots slows you down. You cannot easily run from thinking about yourself, your ways, others, their ways. and ultimately the Other.
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