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Potters Wheel
Potters Wheel
Sarah was full of creative genius, her hands were in a constant state of motion and she was never happier than when she was creating.
Photography and clay were her muses, if she wasn't out on the Res with her camera in hand, she was in the back room sitting and throwing clay.
No, not throwing as in hurling a lob of clay at the wall; throwing in the sense of pottery making.
Sarah took classes in town. She wasn't adept with basket weaving like many of the others in the Native Women's Council. Her medium was clay. She told me the very first time she held a ball of clay that her hands reacted to it as if by magic. She truly felt the vessel hiding within the clay and created her very first piece.
She knew right away that she was going to be spending a lot of time with clay, i bough her a potter's wheel and set up the back room for her. She was elated. She soon filled the house with plates, vases, pots for plants and decorative pieces. She would gift them to friends and family on special occasions and always donated pieces to be auctioned for school and tribal fund raisers.
When Sarah was creating, she could often be heard humming or singing. I remember vividly one of the very last times she sat at the pottery wheel and started moulding the clay. She loved the song "Potters Wheel" By JD - she said that she felt the lyrics, felt the power of creation each time she held a piece of clay. The lyrics are still strong in my mind,
"The potters wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potters throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in"
I keep it on the kitchen counter. In spring and summer I put flowers in it to remind me.
We still have a lot of her supplies and the wheel in the back room. It now serves as a stand for a potted plant. I can't bare to part with it, not just yet. My hope is that someday Rachel or Rebecca or even Jacob may take interest and give it a try. I've tried and well, let's just say clay and I do not get along so well!!
- BB
Sarah was full of creative genius, her hands were in a constant state of motion and she was never happier than when she was creating.
Photography and clay were her muses, if she wasn't out on the Res with her camera in hand, she was in the back room sitting and throwing clay.
No, not throwing as in hurling a lob of clay at the wall; throwing in the sense of pottery making.
Sarah took classes in town. She wasn't adept with basket weaving like many of the others in the Native Women's Council. Her medium was clay. She told me the very first time she held a ball of clay that her hands reacted to it as if by magic. She truly felt the vessel hiding within the clay and created her very first piece.
She knew right away that she was going to be spending a lot of time with clay, i bough her a potter's wheel and set up the back room for her. She was elated. She soon filled the house with plates, vases, pots for plants and decorative pieces. She would gift them to friends and family on special occasions and always donated pieces to be auctioned for school and tribal fund raisers.
When Sarah was creating, she could often be heard humming or singing. I remember vividly one of the very last times she sat at the pottery wheel and started moulding the clay. She loved the song "Potters Wheel" By JD - she said that she felt the lyrics, felt the power of creation each time she held a piece of clay. The lyrics are still strong in my mind,
"The potters wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potters throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in"
I keep it on the kitchen counter. In spring and summer I put flowers in it to remind me.
We still have a lot of her supplies and the wheel in the back room. It now serves as a stand for a potted plant. I can't bare to part with it, not just yet. My hope is that someday Rachel or Rebecca or even Jacob may take interest and give it a try. I've tried and well, let's just say clay and I do not get along so well!!
- BB
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