Cadence

“Handcrafted domestic pottery universally enjoys a unique and intimate status in our lives, moving from the everyday to the exceptional, offering itself as a participant in the daily celebration of human activity. Whether ceremonial or commonplace, pottery affords a personal relationship between the user, the body and the vessel itself. It is a constant challenge to make pots that function on many levels. My aim is to produce functional pieces where the integration of the visual, the lyrical, the tactile and the useful coexist simultaneously. It is my belief that domestic pottery can transform the home where it exists, for it is at “home” that we are most comfortable to receive information.” — Artist statement from Polly Ann Martin, Blackberry Mountain Art Studio Manager

There is a cadence in life, in truth, that can exhibit as the loudest roar and at other times a soft and deep bellow. But always, if you are astutely seeking and looking, there exists a rhythm in the making.

As a potter, a maker of objects for the home and table, I am always in a field of awe and wonder. When I create something for the home, I imagine its use – the way a piece of pottery fits in the hand, its texture, its weight, its balance and how the clay can function as a physical journal of touch.

In my work, I produce pieces in a series of forms. In the making of objects, there exists a rhythm of repetition, of movement, of gesture, and of patterned measure. I have chosen my studio tools selectively and with purpose. My intention is clear to me. I throw on a well-designed treadle wheel made of the finest oak and welded steel. A tool that by nature is quiet, its grace and slow-moving measure allows me room to suggest its speed and rhythm. The tempo I set can slow down time. The softness of the clay responds to my touch, which allows me the opportunity to observe the subtle variations of form and surface. The dynamic energy of the treadle, its full weight of the flywheel if propelled forward robustly, has an unequaled balance when persuaded from full speed to “stop on a dime.” Over many years, I have realized I am a part of a vast history of makers. I feel as though I am a welcomed visitor in an abundant culinary culture. Inspiration in my studio strikes over family recipes, gatherings with friends, the cycle of the ever-changing seasons and the occasional toast or marked celebration. Once at the table or in the kitchen cooking, the communion of fellowship comes, whether partaking in conversation about a recipe in the making or revisiting the joy in a traditionally made dish that has withstood the test of time. The jewel is in setting the table with hand-turned objects made from clay and welcoming the presence of long-awaited company.

In life, there are so many ways to connect with our unique creative energy. Mine is being in my studio, listening to music, throwing on my treadle in the earliest of hours before the sun wakes, and embracing the rhythm of the wheel while a needed yet welcomed and gentle rain rolls in. Simply sublime.

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