I grew up making mud pies on the hot humid summer days in Wisconsin. I was never much of a clean kid. I think making pottery is really just an excuse for me to be barefoot, dirty, in sweats, and enjoying the sunshine while listening to a calamity of whatever is set on Pandora for the day. Always a creative kid from the start. I’ve made some good looking pet rocks that is for sure, and I must say my drawings were extremely impressive from ages 3-7 only.
I ended up being a non-conformist at a pretty early age… go figure. Lucky for me I had patient parents. One thing led to another and I landed the sweetest gig of my life to date; a pottery apprenticeship at Caradori Pottery in good ol’ Wisco. Looking back I wished I had paid much more attention, but I was 17 and what are you going to do! Regardless, I guess I retained some of it because here I am today.
I never imagine I would throw again, especially once I moved away. First Boston, then LA. One day not so long ago I received the best gift of my life, a pottery wheel! (Although it may be a tie for the horse I got for Christmas when I was 8). Anyways- the rest is history, and I have the Shmoop to thank.
Yes, drawing is not my strong point. We’ve already been over this.
Wow you’re pottery is out of this world!