As a ceramist, the pot is a form I take a great deal of pleasure from. Simple, humble and filled with possibility.
“It took me half my life to come to believe I was OK even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering. I found my self at odds with the propaganda of our times… I became a potter.”
- M.C. Richards, Centering in Pottery, Poetry and the Person