There are a ton of different kinds of clay. Ranging from a low-fire terracotta that the common flower pot is made from, to a fine porcela...

My grandfather was a machinist. Back in the beginning of the twentieth century, a machinist brought their toolbox with them even on int...

This weekend (13th- 15th) is the Happy Gardener's Garden Shop Tour.   I will have a selection of my planters, hanging pots, vases, an...

As a special request from Humble Acres Nursery I have started designing and making toad houses. I have read up on what toads need and ...

finished garden tile I have completed two of the garden tiles requested for the Happy Gardener Tour (only 40 to go)! All the steps n...

Sharing the Fire's second all-day workshop took place last Friday. The demonstrations and presentations were given by master potter Li...

When it comes to clay, I compulsively fuss over it. I adjust and re-adjust until I am satisfied (or run out of time). I can easily spend ...

16-year old me with a friend lunch with friends When I was sixteen, I packed a suitcase and moved to Granada, Spain. Under the guis...

When I picture my mom's hands, I see them rolling out dough. I see them patting a sugar cut-out onto her palm to loosen it. Tap tap....

There is an obvious correlation that exists in my life, but I only just now became cognizant of it. I spend over ten hours every week a...

I was given an extraordinary gift on Wednesday. I spent the entire day alongside phenomenal talent. I am fortunate to be one of the lucky r...

As the world becomes more inter-connected, selling artwork online has become commonplace. There are loads of creative people busting the se...

Wabi Sabi is a concept that I have understood without having had a name for it. Now I do. The Japanese, with their quest for simplicity, i...

Another wonderful weekend spent hanging out in Lowertown St. Paul! In addition to selling my pots at the Art Crawl, (and meeting a co...