an interpretation

where kathy lee comes to vent in order to retain what is left of her sanity

December 13, 2011 at 11:52am
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I first touched clay at age 40 and knew immediately that I had been a potter all along. I love to make pots! For me, the joy and the challenge comes from making things that will become an intimate part of the daily lives of others - pots that will be held, eaten from, poured from, sipped from and perhaps even licked from. For me the making of pots is a way to celebrate the mundane rituals of daily life and to make them holy.

— malcolm davis r.i.p.

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