Once upon a time (January 2004), a passion grew inside of me to make pottery. My hubby, right by my side every step of the way, encouraged me to pursue my dreams. The passion grew and unfolded such a great desire to have my own home studio. Again, hubby right by my side made all of my dreams come true.
As time went by, my work made its way to galleries, art shows and the like. I also donated… quite a lot of my work to the Food Bank in Fort Worth to sell for profit for their organization.
My dream stayed alive and survived for several years while I didn’t have a studio thru a series of moves.
Then we moved to San Diego and hubby once again gave me an amazing studio where I started my passion where I left off. It was then that I realized that I wasn’t getting any younger. The 50 pound boxes of clay felt heavier than they once did. My aches and pains grew in my back at the end of the day. However, I still fought to keep things going.
Last year I was in contact with several galleries in San Diego and was on the brink of getting work out there but the writing was already on the wall, physically. The day arrived when hubby and I put our heads together and once again he walked me thru this decision.
In the end, he let me understand that if it’s ever something I want to pursue, to go for it. The ad was placed on Craigslist and everything sold to the first person that called. Might I add, he wasn’t just any person, he’s “Master Potter” of 40 years. He was purchasing all of the tools to give to the cause of helping others learn the skill of pottery. He’s also giving of his time teaching others such that he can leave this world giving back. He purchased the Kiln, potter’s wheel slab roller and chair and we donated everything else in my studio to his cause + 450 pounds of clay.
I could not have done any of this without hubby and his amazing support. He decided to purchase the rest of my pottery so this means I am completely sold out of everything and I could not be happier.
The gentleman (in the above photo) who purchased all of my things, brought this beautiful gift of pottery that he had made as a token of thanks.
At times, it was hard to come to grips with the end of this era. But in my heart of hearts, I feel so happy and at peace with where my tools have gone.
Blessings – Debbie