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A City Potter: Breaking Boundaries-The Museum of the American Indian

A City Potter: Breaking Boundaries-The Museum of the American Indian

On a sweltering July Monday a few weeks ago, a day where I was blessing the tall NYC buildings for providing me with the only shade, I walked into The Museum of the American Indian by Battery Park in Lower Manhattan. I was intent on seeing whatever pottery might be on display. After making my way through extensive security-reminiscent of going into a courthouse-I made my way up a winding staircase and found myself at the Rotunda. Going from that impersonal space to the cave-like environment of the East Gallery I was transformed. Literally! Unknowingly I stumbled into their current...


A City Potter: The Haunted Storefronts, Dark Musings, Heartbreaking Reality

A City Potter: The Haunted Storefronts, Dark Musings, Heartbreaking Reality

No, the title is not the name of a Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys mystery book with an existential twist, though there is more than a touch of the mysterious. Rather, it is my dark journey to La Mano Pottery complete with a metal construction tunnel that, upon entering, I leave the safety and predictability of my apartment life in the past. I call it the "Vertigo Tunnel" after the scene in Hitchcock's "Vertigo" when Jimmy Stewart tries to climb the tower stairs yet is compelled to look down caught between going up or staying put frozen in a dizzying terror-hence...


A City Potter: The Clapping African Women Potters

A City Potter: The Clapping African Women Potters

Beautiful Butterflies

With their clothes as brightly colored as butterfly wings, their hands appear to flutter over the clay with a touch at once light and firm, gentle and commanding molding the clay into a pot to be used by their communities. Stomping the clay with their feet to knead it their whole bodies are committed to the task. For these African Women Potters making pots is a community affair as they plant themselves in the heart of communal activity with children attached or scurrying around and animals screeching in the background. After years of making pots their natural artistry...


A City Potter: Married to Clay-Confessions of a Carving Addict

A City Potter: Married to Clay-Confessions of a Carving Addict

My intensity, a natural part of me, drove him crazy. It repulsed him so much he couldn't bear to teach me. I was foisted upon his assistant. The humiliation caused me to withdraw as each stare of his pierced through me. I was the dunce of the class. I was categorized unteachable and the 1st class was not even over. I was that child thrown in the trashcan reminiscent of my Catholic school days where children were treated like animals to be trained and whipped into submission. It was always someone else. This time it was me. At least as...