I first saw handmade pottery in college in the late Sixties when I was visiting a friend at his apartment. There on his table was a lidded jar—really cool-looking—and I asked him where he had bought it. He said he had made it, and I thought, “What the …?” I was amazed. Later I checked out the pottery studio at my school, Millikin University, in Decatur, Illinois. Rimas VisGirda, also known as “Captain Ceramics,” was teaching there, but I never found the time in college to try throwing on my own.1
Post-college—forty-five years ago now—I first touched clay at the Clay People studio in Chicago. (The original “Clay People” were some mean alien clay buggers on a TV show called Flash Gordon, back when there were only three TV stations—no kidding!) It was an excellent place to learn to throw. As a student, you could use all the clay you wanted and were charged only for what you used at the firing stage. My teachers were great. Bruce Jacobson and Francis Sho Kaihatsu helped to shape my future and were a big part of that clay studio and Chicago pottery scene of the early Seventies. (Maybe some of you remember? Francis eventually moved over to Lillstreet Art Center.) It was so great! We had a "Gerstley Borate Lounge"—two chairs and a coffee maker—in which to drink coffee and cruise. (I had no idea then what the heck GB was, but …) Lots of other interesting people (part-time hippies?) were there seeking alternative lifestyles. We were all seeking alternative lifestyles.
