I spend much of my life as a potter in my studio. The studio is a functional and pleasant space, albeit occasionally cluttered with pottery in various stages of production, and filled with the necessities of my craft, a couple of potter’s wheels, a bunch of well used tools, innumerable other odds and ends. The studio also tends to be coated with a fine residue of clay dust, a marker reminding us of the decidedly organic nature of pottery.
The earthen charm of the studio and the workmanlike character of potters’ wheels and sundry tools, creates a subdued working environment. The muted ambience of the studio contrasts dramatically with the kiln-polished surface of the porcelain pottery created in the kiln.