AS A KID, I was always fooling with things with my hands. And there’s something special about clay. Man could take a reed and create a basket. It would hold the big seeds, but the little seeds fell through the cracks. They figured out they could take some of that sticky clay from the creek, line the basket, and then the seeds didn’t fall out. Then one day, that basket got left too close to the fire. The reeds burned up, and the clay became ceramic.
I moved here because of my college ceramic instructor. He found cheap land just outside of Osage, Arkansas, gave $50 an acre. That was 3 miles from this store. When I moved here, I was a little closer to this store. I got my mail and my groceries and used the telephone for 10 years, and in 1989, we got to buy it. It’s a dream come true. We’re working with stoneware clay, either thrown on a wheel or manipulated as a slab, and we’re firing everything to 2,400 F. Basically, I’m making dinnerware. I want everything to go in the oven, the dishwasher and the microwave. I want people to use them daily and enjoy them daily.
I’ll give kids a little piece of clay and ask them if they want to make a pinch pot, and then after they make it, I trade them for another child’s pinch pot that’s already been fired. And when they leave, I hear them say that this was the best part of their vacation.
We believe that this clay is merely an opportunity to connect with people. Here’s what we do. We hope you’ll take a piece home and enjoy it.
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