Day Five – Pottery

Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians–they’re the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker.

CHARLES DE LINT,Β The Onion Girl

It isn’t just the piece or my weakness for the whole process of pottery. It’s not only that pottery combines two important factors for me: useful and pretty.

It’s the anticipation of seeing these two hippies (I have an affinity for hippies) every year and chatting them up on what’s changed in the area or hearing them humbly brag on their daughter who is now part of their pottery business.

They don’t remember us from all the other tourists who wander into their little shop on the hill. Every year they ask where we’re from and when I say Florida we get a tale from a time he lived down here in another age. Brandt and his wife are amiable and I think I could learn a lot from them if we lived in these Smoky Mountains. I’m certain we’d be friends. Maybe we’d meet at the local co-op, if they’d teach be about gardening along with the shaping of bowls.

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Riverside Pottery, Dillsboro

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IMG_8741The town has changed since we’ve been coming up to these parts. Shops have moved out to areas with more tourist but we keep coming for our annual indulgence of fudge from the Chocolate Shop and to see our favorite potters. We call them ‘our’ potters.

I hope he’ll be at the wheel working, to see the wheel spinning and his hands shaping the lump of clay into something useful.

That ordinary lump, transformed into beauty in my eyes.

Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way

Thou are the potter, I am the clay

Mold me and make me, after Thy will

While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Adelaid A. Pollard, lyrics

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4 thoughts on “Day Five – Pottery

  1. gabriele

    We have a potter I visit twice a year. I collect a few pieces and when I set the table with the brightly colored bowls and plates, I see her wheel and the shelves of pottery all around the window sills. Thanks for waking up some memories for me.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      What a lovely memory, Gabriele. There is something about pottery that seems to embody the word art. It’s poetic in its gracefulness to me. Thanks for sharing your memories with mine.

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  2. Annie Rim

    I love pottery! (Though could never throw a pot when I took classes…) My mom’s best friend is a potter, but out of our price range, so we’re saving up for some of her pieces. I have a little vase on my desk I bought in Scotland. Love it because it’s unique and imperfect – only as perfect pottery can be.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      Now that I think about it, I guess the actual throwing is a lot harder than it looks, especially from an experienced potter. Their prices are pretty good. It’s not hard to find things under $50. I love the whole process, from the clay to finished. And the imperfections make each piece personal. I’ve grown to appreciate the tradition of going to the same place. Maybe I should have focused on that part. hmmmm……Always editing, even when it’s finished πŸ˜‰

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