My wife asked me the other day if I’d ever thrown a pot on a wheel. The answer was yes, I had, in grade 8 shop class. (Right beside my 6 foot, 15 year old Cree buddy who was making a giant clay penis. We were amused, our teacher wasn’t.)
Do I like pottery? Hell, no. Greek restaurants got it right. "Artisan pottery" is made for chucking on the floor after a couple shots of ouzo.
Do I like moulding clay, modelling it? Hell, yeah! And this lady, Rebekah Bogard, knows how to work clay so it isn’t embarrassed to be out of the riverbed. I would buy any of her work in a second.