Why Pottery?

My first pot was thrown sometime in 1995 I think. A potter I knew was giving lessons out of her rustic studio that looked out over the fields. Every Thursday I'd borrow my parents car, a good excuse to escape the drudgery of my little farm town, and hang out with the very exotic, bohemian artist, that was nothing like anyone else in town. My town's high school didn't have art classes. It wasn't love at first touch, I didn't think I'd be doing it all my life and I haven't been. I have done other jobs, other careers but it is something I've always come back to. again and again.

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