Diane Puckett

I love mud, be it in the studio or the garden. My first foray into ceramics was in the 1970s. I took a long time off for things like raising children and having a career in the Washington, DC area.

I got back into ceramics in 2000, taking classes from Fran Newquist at Manassas Clay where I eventually had a studio and sold my work.

Since moving to Asheville, North Carolina in 2009, I have established my own studio where I fire oxidation work and raku ware. I have had the privilege of taking classes and workshops from some amazing local potters.

Living in the Southern Appalachians is about as good as it gets. On the best days, the studio windows are wide open, good music is playing with the birds singing along, and I am up to my elbows in mud.

Diane Puckett

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Hearing voices?

Today was a day when I needed someone to lock the studio door and not let me enter. Yesterday I threw this rather large vase out of twenty pounds of clay. I planned to pull the top up higher and deeply carve the bottom. That was a pretty good plan, as the vase was made in two pieces, and continuing to throw the bottom would be a good way to make the whole thing catawampus. I put it back on the wheel and did a pretty good job pulling the top. Then my rebellious side took over and decided she would try to throw the bottom higher too. I really did hear that little voice telling me not to do so, but I did it anyway. After I destroyed the pot, smushed the clay into a blob, and stuck it back in a plastic bag, I left the studio for the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow will be a better pottery day.

I assume other people hear that little voice. So far, every time I have ignored it, I have regretted doing so. I really need to listen to her and save myself a lot of aggravation.
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