I fell in love with pottery in high school. I had signed up for a fiber arts class, which was held in the same room as the pottery class. As I fumbled with my lumpy ball of hand-spun yarn, I wistfully watched the smooth clay being transformed on the potter's wheel into a functional creation, whose roots are ancient and elemental to humans. After switching classes, it didn't take long before a love of clay sunk into my bones.
Here it is, years later, after college, marriage, working full-time, and starting a family, the children are off to school and I have returned to my passion.
The play-room is cleared out and turned into a studio.
Now I have the place, and the space, to create these forms that are inside of me.
With the dawning of full-day kindergarten, I was faced with a choice. Get a regular job, or follow my dream and become a real potter. I went with my dream.
Elizabeth Martin Pottery 676 South Richford Road, Richford, VT 05476 Email questions to: firstname.lastname@example.org