First sale of the holidays complete and I’m feeling a bit more rejuvenated!
I like that word: “Rejuvenated”. It speaks of the joyful optimism of youth, the unspoiled innocence, untarnished ideals, unbounded curiosity and healthy vigor of of someone growing into their own. They say you are only as young as you feel, that it is a state of one’s mind, and today I awake feeling just a little better about things. Rejuvenated.
Perhaps the thing I am most proud of concerning this past sale was my decision to create a special ‘Kids’ section, where smaller pots would be offered to smaller people for smaller prices. I am absolutely committed to helping young folk make contact with the arts. And what better way to begin an education into creativity than to dine off of or drink from something handmade and beautiful!
And the positive feedback this received was fabulous! I truly felt like I was doing a service to the community. Perhaps many parents regret how the arts are disappearing from school curricula. Perhaps lending our talents to filling this void is one small thing that potters can do to make art real for the children of today. Perhaps some parents just appreciate artful things done with their children in mind. I don’t rightly know. But what I did seemed to make a difference.
Here are my friends Oliver and Charlotte Alice showing off what they went home with:
And here’s my friend Megan helping oversee her two daughters and their friend’s choice of pots from the ‘kids’ section:
All in all there were so many parents who brought out their kids on this sunny weekend and who left with great little pots to give new homes to that I can’t help but feel that this is an important thing for me to be doing. Parents seemed to appreciate it. And the kids all had a blast too! Kids genuinely are open to the idea that handmade pots are fun to use, and it is fascinating that someone they have met may actually have made that pot. Its part of the wonder still contained in the world that these things are possible. And maybe, just maybe, if a child grows up knowing the value of handmade pots, perhaps they may one day consider giving it a try themselves. And perhaps they will grow up not needing to be convinced that art has value, that pots are humble yet amazing expressions of the human imagination, and that these things are worth preserving, nurturing, and encouraging.
Its something to think about at least!
Thanks to everyone who came out this weekend! And thanks to so many of you for welcoming my little creations into your lives! You are all invited out again next weekend when I do it all again!
Make beauty real!