I have struggled not to make these pots.  In my ever conscious mind of the worlds needs and wants, these pots seem like such a luxury and yet they have been swimming in the back of my mind as I garden, cook dinner, lay rocks  and do everything but make pots.  These are the pots that swim past my eyes when I drift off to sleep at night.  These are the pots that give me the greatest joy when pad out to the studio at night to put plastic over a days work and turn the lights out.  And yet these are the pots I remain so conflicted over and these are the pots that keep me returning to the studio........

It has been a productive week in the studio.  Next week I am hoping to get the bisqueware waxed, glazed and fired.