| The first pots that caught my eye
were fat round earthenware water jars. I bought and treasured
lots of market pottery while we were in the Peace Corps in El
Salvador. Wending our way home through Mexico, I found red clay
pots with cobalt blue and white. All these simple, useful pots
made of local earth spoke to me of grace, abundance and
vitality. Back home in Maine,
I learned to throw pots on the wheel- it was like magic and
endlessly intriguing.
But it was finding clay on our own
land in Wayne that changed my life. From the moment of discovery
of this gift from the earth, I knew that making pots was my
life's work.
I love decorating pots with what I
see around me- brave chickadees, black and white patterns of
loons, the curve of a heron's neck, cheerful blueberries and my
beloved cats.
My hope is that you enjoy this
pottery as much as I enjoy making it.
- Molly Saunders
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