My senior year of high school I saw a potters wheel for the first time.I can strangely still picture it like it was yesterday. I was looking at this clay boss wheel white with a brown splash pan. Sat on cardboard to catch any mess thrown from it's surface. In that very moment and up until then I had NEVER seen anyone use one or had I ever paid any kind of attention to ceramics. But there was the strangest sensation that had rushed over my body. I NEEDED to figure out what this was and how I could use and make with it. I had the strangest connection with this machine that I had never seen before seen or used but undoubtedly there was a connection. I signed up for a class and have been with it ever since. Now I am days away from the end of my bachelor's degree in Fine Arts concentrating in Ceramics, I have demonstrated for other students at that very same high school, I have studied under a master potter, I have gotten the pleasure of meeting masters in the field, and I have even been blessed to present undergraduate research at an hour co-lecture with my professor at NCECA this past year in Portland Oregon. For the past five years I have been fortunate and naive enough to think that I have been able to shape and form clay from this earth on a potters wheel all why this same machine has been shaping and forming me into the man I have and will continue to become.
With all of that said; what is your story? How has clay and the potters wheel shaped you in ways that you could never imagined?
P.S. Please don't hesitate to tell us your story. I would love to read where you have been and where our journey has taken you.
Shippesnburg University 2017