I've always been impressed by the ridiculous. The sublime doesn't
appeal to me at all.
I guess I've always been an Artist. I remember being two years old
playing beside the creek on our old farm. I would make mud balls and
stick branches in them for arms and legs. I would make entire communities
of "Mud People". I didn't turn pro until age 8. I sold a
drawing of a horse to a classmate for a nickel so he could use it
to impress a girl.
I've been a professional potter and sculptor for over 39 years. I
apprenticed at "Mud in Your Eye" Pottery" in Los Gatos
Calif. for several years before founding my own, "Big Muddy River
Pottery" in 1971.
My survival as an apprentice potter dictated that I make face mugs
and sculptural pots almost from the start. There were several other
apprentices and it was our job to stock the gallery with our work.
We were paid for the pieces that sold each month. If one made a pot
that was a good seller the others soon copied the success. I found
that the others were just not willing to spend the time to copy sculpted
work. I found my niche!
have enjoyed giving personality to raw mud for all these years.
have decided to revive Big Muddy River Pottery,
for one more "Farewell Tour". Since we now live on the Red
River We'll Call It "Wild Mud On The Red". I may continue
for one year, two years or I may retire at any time. Thanks for your
support through the years.
Don't miss the "last 1000 Face Jugs !" Each numbered
as to where it is in the last 1000 ( 3 of the last 1000 etc.)
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