“I made my first pot - a wretched little bowl with a pitted glaze - in November, 1962. This simple act changed my life, leading me to believe, 50 years later, that potters may change the world for the better, one handful at a time. My feeling is that we potters finish our work, but only others can complete it, through use. Pottery, therefore, is only finished once, but can be completed endlessly, by a succession of users, keeping it active in a variety of settings. When we say we are “moved” by a pot, it may be the animating force of its creator refusing to be still”.
Yes, I have the feeling that my pieces are never really “done.” And, I use the pottery I buy, no matter how old or how precious.
(Source: seagull-goddess, via jaywiese)