Earl Brunner on mon 8 apr 02
I have just started reading Michael Cardew's Autobiography, "A Pioneer
Potter".
The first sentence in the first chapter blew me away!
"There must have been a door marked "Pottery" in my childhood, but I
can't remember the exact moment when it opened."
I love the way he describes this!. From his description, it sounds like
he had a rather extensive exposure to clay as a youth.
I on the other hand, can remember exactly the day I knew that I wanted
to be a potter, that I had to find a place for clay in my future. I
was a junior in high school. We went to visit my uncle in Southern
Utah. He "was" the art department at Dixie College in St. George Utah
at the time. I might be wrong, but if he wasn't the only instructor,
there weren't many more. He took me over to the college, put me down on
an old wooden Amaco kickwheel and gave me some clay. That was it.
I wonder how the rest of you found clay, gradually, or suddenly? I got
it like a disease, a terminal case.
--
Earl Brunner
http://coyote.accessnv.com/bruec
mailto:bruec@anv.net
Longtin, Jeff on tue 9 apr 02
Hey Earl,
My exposure to clay was really early. Growing up there was an embankment
behind our house seperating us from the noisy highway. As kids we used to
dig holes in this embankment, for some reason? As this embankment was
man-made it was made up entirely of clay. I can't remember why we would dig
there I just remember the feel of the clay in my fingers.) There were also
numerous gophers in this area and they would leave little mounds of clay
that we would need to level out when we would go sledding in this area.
I think I saw my first potter, in person, at the age of 10. I received my
first potters wheel, a toy really, at the age of 11. By the time I was 15 I
was "staring out the window" dreaming of the day I would become a potter. I
dreamt of the day I would be kick-wheeling and wood firing in my studio in
the woods! I bought my first real potters wheel, a Brent kickwheel, at the
age of 16 or 17.
My one year in college I started handbuilding and a year later I started
slip-casting. Oddly, I haven't thrown since. Now I exclusively craft forms
in plaster and then make molds.
Thanks for asking!
Take care
Jeff Longtin
-----Original Message-----
From: Earl Brunner [mailto:bruec@ANV.NET]
Sent: Monday, April 08, 2002 11:46 PM
To: CLAYART@LSV.CERAMICS.ORG
Subject: Autobiography-Michael Cardew
I have just started reading Michael Cardew's Autobiography, "A Pioneer
Potter".
The first sentence in the first chapter blew me away!
"There must have been a door marked "Pottery" in my childhood, but I
can't remember the exact moment when it opened."
I love the way he describes this!. From his description, it sounds like
he had a rather extensive exposure to clay as a youth.
I on the other hand, can remember exactly the day I knew that I wanted
to be a potter, that I had to find a place for clay in my future. I
was a junior in high school. We went to visit my uncle in Southern
Utah. He "was" the art department at Dixie College in St. George Utah
at the time. I might be wrong, but if he wasn't the only instructor,
there weren't many more. He took me over to the college, put me down on
an old wooden Amaco kickwheel and gave me some clay. That was it.
I wonder how the rest of you found clay, gradually, or suddenly? I got
it like a disease, a terminal case.
--
Earl Brunner
http://coyote.accessnv.com/bruec
mailto:bruec@anv.net
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