I suppose the start of a school year is a predictable time for change. But this year, I’m getting the bonus pack.
Instead of teaching ten Latin classes a week, I’m scaling back to three and being a teacher’s aide and a potter on the side. My sister and collaborating artist Katie is moving to college. My roommate Leah is moving to Chicago for grad school. They go today and tomorrow, respectively, and Indianapolis is looking a little short on good food and conversation.
But these pieces are going up in celebration, not in lament or concession to bleak economic necessity. This summer the three of us spent hours together in the studio, throwing and carving and writing and toasting each other with San Pelligrinos. When we weren’t making pottery, we were using it: picnicking in the living room or hosting guests with plates of fried green tomatoes and lentil dahl.
In their absence I plan to continue that tradition. And when I visit my runaway scholars, you can be sure that we’ll lay any table in reach with food for body and soul. I offer these pieces to you in hopes you’ll do the same.
