Pottery and Ceramics

I saw my first piece of handcrafted pottery in 1972 in a flowershop. I thought it the most beautiful object I had ever encountered. Many decades and thousand upon thousands of pots later, pottery still resonates within me like a giant harmonic chord. The notion that a person can handle a vessel and, in a sense, share the space with the craftsman by placing their fingertips in the throwing marks, is intriguing. I have handled pottery shards from the Nabateans of Jordan, the early Roman empire and the Anasazi Indians. There is a timeless connection to these ancient artisans and it all happens through mud, water, and fire.



I know art, it’s the stuff that
glues the collective experience, provides insight ….
Art aims to reevaluate.