I call her the "turquoise lady"
Works of Art by Mary Philpott from Stratford, ON
The 8th annual Potters Market in Guelph is a sure-fire (pun intended) way to reconnect, if only for a moment, our primal link with one of the oldest professions in the world. There is nothing quite like drinking wine or beer from a locally-made earthenware goblet, drinking coffee from a substantial mug that invites a caress and a dawdle over the morning breakfast, or enjoying your stew from a dark heavy bowl. Far from being pedestrian, well-designed and useful pottery are items that act as milestones in one's life, just as dogs, cats, (and children!) in family photos mark moments in our lives. There is the memory of that first glance of that item (as if it had your name on it), the conversation with the artist potter, the exchange of money that, for sure, is not enough compensation for the art and soul that went into the "item", and the first use of it: putting it against the light to admire the colour and design, and cupping it in your hands as if to feel the fire that smoulders still from within.
Thank you to Jessica Steinhauser (for organizing this event) and to the artists who have come from hundreds of miles around to display their wares.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, try going to your local community pottery event, pick up a mug, and for a change, sip your tea or coffee from it on a quiet weekend morning over the weekend paper. You will know what I mean, then!