My friend, Mike Skenadore, sent me the following email this moring. Perhaps because he is not a potter, Mike captures the importance of the hand made object so personally and eloquently I am going to stop this lead in and let Mike's words speak.
I served dinner last night on a Linda Christianson piece. I was struck by how much meaning there is in using pottery. All four of us were able to share stories about the piece and how it came to us. The girls of course remember the golf cart rides down the driveway and the rootbeer keg and the swing in the back yard, while Rose and I remember conversations and my impromptu, and totally unauthorized, kiln tour. It is like bumping into an old friend. The girls will ask "Who made this?" or "What tour did we get this from?" and it is always a point of pride for Anna that one of the very first pieces we got was a bowl of yours that she got for a birthday present.
A couple of weeks ago I broke a coffee mug that was gas fired by a lady from Appleton. It was one of Rose's first pottery pieces. I felt so bad that I went online and tried to find a replacement. I apologized to Rose profusely but it took some time to get over the mistake. I tried to remember other plates or cups that I broke through the years and I have to say I can't remember one of them. None of the mass produced Pfaltzgraf stuff I have purchased had any real meaning to it.
I find that when we are setting the table or doing dishes that we linger over our pottery a little longer. I think it is to take a moment to touch the hands of the person who made it and remember the good times and good friends and good travel that brought that piece to us.
I am probably waxing philosophical here but there is a shift in the way we perceive these objects now. I don't know how much I believe in fate and I have always appreciated the serendipitous series of events that brought us together, but I can't help but think, when I am handling somebody's work and enjoying my relationship with that person, that there is some reason (dare I say plan? I think not) that our families have crossed paths in the way we have.