I’m very inspired by Douglas Fitch at the moment and what appears to be a country potter lifestyle. All I am going by are his videos. After reading Pioneer Pottery and Pioneer Potter by Michael Cardew a couple years ago I knew it was the life I wanted. I had to begin from there. I learned how to throw and glaze and reclaim clay and a whole lot more. Here I am now and have just watched all the videos Douglas Fitch made of his work and life there in Devon. There are sheep running around and ducks at his feet and birds chirping, pots being thrown and covered with slip, and other glimpses of life. It all looks like a great way to live a life. Ajira was living in Sidmouth when we met, but we did not venture out too much in Devon when I went to visit. Pottery was not up on my radar at that time. I was too busy being in love. We spent a little time at the Royal York Hotel in Sidmouth, went to Wales, London, etc. then we were on a plane to Cape Town, SA so I could meet her family before we got married in 2004.
I would love to go back to Devon or Wales now to apprentice or study making pottery with some of my favorite potters. I love the connection to earth and place Douglas talks about in Hollyford Harvest – a film by Alex McErlain, 2009. Digging your own clay, using slip, firing with wood, and practicing pottery tradition are all things I am interested in doing. Hopefully my pots will have good form with life in them and vitality.
I tell myself it does not matter where I live, but maybe it does. Everything I surround myself has an influence on my feelings and thoughts and therefore filters into my centering and energy level. I often use the process of kneading my clay as a transitional cleanse away from the rest of my day and into the clay and this moment of making pots. The spiral action is meditative, physical, quiet, and warms up my arms and shoulders. I often do this with my eyes closed to increase my awareness and my sense of touch, and to discover what is happening with the clay. The weighing up of lumps is the start of what I am about to make. All this touching informs me of the moisture content and plasticity and awakens my sensitivity and I am ready to throw. So being somewhere else won’t change that, it will simply be a different moment of getting ready to throw. But maybe the rest of my life will be more nourishing for my pottery making, family, and soul.
I find it almost unbearable sometimes to be stuck here in this place wanting something else as time flies by. I convince myself to appreciate what I have and go from that place of gratitude, but I want what I want. City life is no life for a country boy. I tried to be big city living in San Francisco. I tried to be tech and fast paced and hip with music production. I tried to be on the cutting edge but I found the constant attempt to keep up exhausting and not very authentic. So it was not for me. I want a peaceful quiet country side with a community of potters and teachers and friends and group firings and flowers, trees, hills, and green. I want to walk in the woods and play in the mud with my boy. I want to have animals as friends who visit and are not threatened by me as a human. I want to go surfing in the sunshine with no wetsuit. And I want to make thousands of pots and find my voice as a country potter. I want to get on with it and yet I know that learning from a master potter will in the long run get me there on more solid ground. For now I am practicing and learning as much as I can.
A country pottery is challenging in the burbs. Where do I build my wood kiln? Fire code? Too close to the house? I even have free bricks enough to do it but not the space. So what? I will find a way. There is no stopping me now. Too many things have come together on my path for me to turn away.
I am certainly not complaining. I am totally grateful for all the gifts and support. It supports the theory that if you boldly go for it, the universe steps in and provides. I have clay, glazes, bricks, wheels, tools, bins and buckets, burners, curiosity, a desire to learn more and more, a blog, a facebook page for Cameron Sharp Pottery, a library card, and the internet. I’m healthy and strong. I have support of friends and family, the praise of people who have seen my pots, a friend who is tight with a gallery, the ability to make pots, and the patience to go through the experience of learning by doing, the awareness to know when to let one go and make another. I have so much going for me already. I simply have to continue to be inspired and make more pots. I will trust the process of going through and not worry about what is on the other side.
I got about a thousand bricks from a man named Caruso. He said I could have them if I took apart the kiln, swept up, and hauled them away. He said the kiln I dismantled was used by his friend Evelyn Kramer. It was a natural gas kiln made of hard and soft fire bricks with some ceramic fiber here and there. It sat on top of a layer of concrete blocks which he also gave me. It took me 3 trips to load and transport them in my van from San Francisco to San Pablo, CA. He also gave me some pyrometric cones, an 80 mesh sieve and three giant wisks for mixing up glazes. On the walls of the garage we went through to get to the backyard and kiln, were old photographs and faded pages torn out of of books and tacked up. Images of pots by Shoji Hamada, Bernard Leach, Michael Cardew, and others covered all the walls. There were posters and flyers of The Potter’s Studio in Berkeley, CA as well as a card from the Richmond Art Center. These were all from the seventies. I feel honored to be taking these bricks on to the future and saving them from the dump. Caruso said that if I had come one day later they would have been gone, hauled away by the city. So thank you Caruso for the bricks and all the extras, and for being so patient and willing to make arrangements for several trips out there to get them.
Life is a mystery. Just when you think it’s going one way, things happen and suddenly the path opens up and the weather clears and the sunshine beams down and warms the possibilities. The past with it’s anchors and baggage and house full of grief needs to be lit on fire and burned down to the ground to make way for all the new life that is just there on the path waiting to be lived. Taking a few steps on this good path feels so right, so correct, so in-line with my soul and my true self. A happy potter.
The simple pleasure of the sun warming my face is as good as it gets.
Everything can have that quality of life if I let it.
So a big thanks to Douglas Fitch for all the inspiration and the videos you post. When I get to Devon I’ll look you up.