Get to Know
I work in a converted woodshed in my backyard. It's small, but it's cozy.
I began doing pottery like many people do, from taking a class in high school. Once I finished the one semester class, I went to my school counselor who agreed to create a new code in the computer that would allow me to have an hour of independent study every day. The following year, I was granted 2 hours daily in the ceramics room while my supervising teacher taught a different class next door.
I tried to keep it up during college. There was a small studio in my dorm building but I just wasn't able to keep up with it along with the rest of my classes so I had to stop.
Years later, going through a bit of a depression, my roommate suggested I buy a pottery wheel and take over the little butlers pantry in our apartment. Apparently, I had been talking about doing pottery with a longing expression and she told me to just break down and start doing it again. So I did.
And for a couple of years, that little 6x9 room was my studio! I packed up everything after making it and a local paint your own pottery place would fire it for me.
I've upgraded a little bit since then. My studio now is about 14x14 feet. Woo hooo! And I got my own kiln so I can fire whenever my little heart desires.
That's one of the great things about finally owning my own home. I can have a studio. I can invest in large items like a wheel and a kiln because I don't have to worry about packing them and moving them.
Now that I'm able to play in the mud whenver I feel like it (weather permitting), I can't imagine what I did during those years when I didn't have access to a studio.
Bio Photo Gallery
My lovely studio companion, Buster.
The outside of my little studio.
I'd like to keep it clean. But clearly, I don't.
What it looks like fresh off the wheel.