I cannot tell you how much I admire the work of these wonderful people. I was born completely lacking a single artistic gene. My most dreaded childhood memories were those days when the teacher said (to everyone else's delight), "Now class. You may take out your paper and crayons and draw anything you wish." I hated that. I never knew what to draw and worse yet, I knew that whatever I DID draw wouldn't look right. And I wanted so badly to be artistic. So even though (or perhaps because) I lack the talent, I am blessed with an overabundance of art appreciation.
We purchase a lot of NC pottery. Each new purchase is my instant favorite. Our most recent purchase is an unusual vase. I don't know the process, but during the potting and firing, pictures are drawn onto the clay and some parts are cut out, creating a beautiful effect. The areas that appear black in the photograph are actually areas that are cut out. The bottom of the vase has a wonderful finish and the entire piece begs to be touched.
On this side the children play "Ring-around-the-Rosy."
A fiddler and a banjo player are on the other side.
Between them a dog romps through the woods.
I have given some thought to taking pottery classes. I have strong hands and I always did love to play in the mud. I'm told that softening the clay is as therapeutic as kneading bread dough. Who knows? I know I could never learn to paint or sketch, and I don't have the words to write anything meaningful. But I just might be able to shape a bit of clay into something useful. After all, I learned how to knit, didn't I?