Robin L. Jenkins
Potter

I often wonder…if I had found clay earlier in life, might I now be an artist working serenely in my studio, with the day’s sunlight and gentle music my companions for hours on end? To be interrupted occasionally by my husband asking if he could make me a cup of tea, or my son popping in to sit and paint one of his latest clay creations? Rather than working daily in a job totally unrelated to clay, dreaming of pots I’ll steal time to make - one day.

Passionate is the word that best describes how I feel about working with clay. The more I work with it, the more I want from it. Everyone needs something they can call their own – though sometimes I think the clay owns me.

It’s therapeutic to work in the solitude of my studio, feeling the rhythm of my potter’s wheel and trying to “throw” that perfect pot. I also find joy in attending workshops, or participating in group firings, as potters are wonderful people who share and understand my passion, and some have become life-long friends as well.

I can’t imagine my life without clay.