I spent a year in Sweden in 1963 studying at a small school north of Stockholm.
That year changed the direction of my life.
I had the opportunity to do some handweaving and also touched clay for the first time I can remember.
Five years later while traveling in Europe, I went to see an exhibit of a potter’s work in Vienna, and that show changed my life. I knew that day, upon my return to the States, I was going to figure out how to spend my life with clay.
And here I am, fifty-two years later, still so happy to spend a day in my studio, manipulating clay, either on the potter’s wheel or hand building from slabs. I still have more ideas than I find time to try.
The journey continues.