This weekend melinda, alec and i headed up to the Ottawa valley to see my folks. As all good parents do they keep around the things their children have made. Over the years I have made many things but most proudly displayed seem to be my pots. Many of these I haven't seen or maybe noticed in a long long time. Somehow with the latest wood firing out and all of the pondering I'm doing about surface and direction of my work these pieces spoke to me again. Perhaps it is the full circle I've taken back to wood firing, or maybe just noticing them again but they remind me of why I do this. The simple forms informed by quiet nights of firing with good friends, good wine and good conversation. These all date back ten years to my Sheridan days.
I wonder sometimes about how ideas or notions get into our thinking. I've often wondered how I was drawn so strongly to making pots. Looking around my moms place made me realize that I've always been surrounded by them especially old ones. Here is one of my favorite of her collections, check out the fantastic old Quebec stoneware gallon jug!
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