I can’t believe what I discovered tonight….my brother-in-law Daniel (big Maori guy with associated tatt’s) is a talented potter, or should I say he was when he was a teenager. He hasn’t touched pottery since he left school which makes me want to scream right now. I uncovered the pots below hidden in his kitchen cupboards. He said that he made these when we was 15 years old. I am utterly speechless that a 15 yr old made these pots. The large pot below is a coil pot and the mugs he made on the wheel. For anyone who knows a little about pottery would know how hard it is to make wheel thrown pots. I sat there holding these mugs inspecting the perfect rims for ages…inspecting the perfect thickness of the clay right from the bottom of the mug right up to the top. He applied the handles perfectly…the glazes he said were a mixture as he said he didn’t like using the same glazes. I couldn’t agree more.
Daniel said pottery at school was the ONLY thing he liked and excelled at, but now he doesn’t touch clay at all. But, now that his little secret is out I’ll be nagging him until he gets back into it. So sad to see gifts like this hidden from the rest of us. I could see a light in his eyes when he talked about clay, shapes, glazes, form and the excitement of the kiln opening. Whenever I see the glint in someone’s eyes I know its never to late. Come on Daniel…get on with it….