"I can turn a lump of clay into a gorgeous dancing vessel with just my fingers and a spinning wheel, form out of void and nothingness. Then I turn the clay into stone with fire in a magic box of bricks. What could be better than that? I’ve covered the police beat, told lies for politicians and flipped houses, but I’d rather be Gandalf in my studio down by the railroad tracks.
Turned on the potter’s wheel one piece at a time and red in a gas reduction kiln adjusted according to the sound of the burners and the color of the flame, Belloware (sorry, couldn’t resist) is dishwasher-safe and with proper care will last thousands of years.
The span of my hand from thumb to pinkie measures nine inches, and gas kiln firing is as much an art as it is a science, which means some variation in size, shape and color is to be expected and enjoyed; what else could be the point of handmade pottery in a world of machines?"