I have read that there are two kinds of potters, those who love fire and those who love mud. I am one who enjoys “the mud,” and am constantly trying to push myself and the clay into interesting shapes and forms. I liken the experience of working with clay to a conversation between the clay and the potter. Sometimes the clay, however, is louder than the potter and the end result is always more than what I could have imagined when I began.
In the past several years I have learned to embrace my challenges with “the fire.” These challenges have opened up an opportunity to experiment with alternative finishes including fumed pieces, pit and saggar techniques and a tape resist smoked method.
It seems that just when I think I have learned enough to call myself a potter, I am reminded daily that there is still more to learn and perhaps it is the excitement of the journey that draws me back to my wheel. I am still a student of clay and hope I always will be because every day, I love the conversation.