Lorie Marsh

I have no formal art training, but as any art outsider, I have made art of one form or another all of my life. I first fell in love with clay when I was 10 years old and I received a child’s pottery wheel from the Sears Roebuck Christmas catalog. Actually throwing a pot to completion was a near impossibility, but I loved the feel of clay in my hands. 40 years later, Christmas magic again delivered the gift of clay, this time in the form of pottery classes at the local art museum. I was hooked once more. Every time I sit down at my wheel I am thankful for the small things, tiny details that make up a life well lived... that first sip of morning coffee, books to read, birds singing, the first flowers of spring, the soft purr of a cat sleeping beside me. Five years after my return to clay, as a way to keep working in the winter, I made my first miniature. Each small object is made from porcelain with the same attention to detail and craftsmanship as a full size pot. The size makes me stop and focus my gaze intently; for just a moment, time stands still, and as my breath slows, I am reminded again of all of the small things I am thankful for.


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