“One Day”

I have been mesmerized with the process of making pots since I was 6 or 7. My grandparents’ neighbor was the village potter. Their courtyard with multiple traditional wheels, mushy clay and heaps of drying pots to me was no less than disneyland. Every summer vacation, I would constantly go to the neighbor’s house to watch the magic, as it happened.

And, of course like (almost)all teenagers in the 90s, Demi Moore’s character in Ghost romanticized pottery for me.

Life happened and this became another dream I thought I would fulfill “One day”.

Years later I heard of Clay Station in Bangalore and instantly joined a 4 week class for clay work. It was fun, I even made a few respectable pieces (I think) a mask, an ash tray and few others that I do not recall. Pottery was still “another thing I wanted to try” and nothing more.

Then “One day” I took the plunge, packed my bags and went to Andretta in Himachal Pradesh. At Andretta Pottery over the next 7 days I finally discovered “the art (& philosophy) of pottery”