These display boards are about the digs by Warren Wilson college professors and students.
The display about Native Americans is rather small, and I'll share more about the rest of it in my other blog, Living in Black Mountain NC.
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Sunday, May 26, 2019
Some Swannanoa Valley History of pottery
As a docent at the Swannanoa Valley Museum and History Center (SVM) I want to share some of the pottery that has been made here about 1300 years ago, and more recently, by Native Americans in the area.
The archaeological display speaks of firing pots by the time Woodland Indians were living in the area (640 A.D.)
These display boards are about the digs by Warren Wilson college professors and students.
"Maude Welch, a Cherokee potter, lived as a young woman in Sough Carolina in Catawba surroundings, later moving to the Qually Boundary. She died in 1953. Her descendants still live in Cherokee." Qualla Boundary is a Cherokee reservation, including the city of Cherokee NC.
(See below for reading the sign about the Wedding Pot)
A stirrup jug is a style that was often used in Meso-America, so it comes from the Western North America and Central and South American indigenous peoples from before there was European contact.
Three periods explained on story boards for the exhibit.
The display about Native Americans is rather small, and I'll share more about the rest of it in my other blog, Living in Black Mountain NC.
These display boards are about the digs by Warren Wilson college professors and students.
The display about Native Americans is rather small, and I'll share more about the rest of it in my other blog, Living in Black Mountain NC.
Monday, June 15, 2015
Pottery, Poetry and Person
The title above is part of the title of one of my most inspirational artists books. M.C. Richards wrote "Centering, In Pottery, Poetry and Person." I read it in the 70s, and have moved on a path with many detours, leading me along my love of clay, and poetry.
I admit that I often feel moved by poems that don't have to do with pottery at all, but I was pleased to find these that seemed pretty nice.
But back to Mary Caroline Richards. I've spoken about her before on my blogs. I'd say she was a moving force in my own development as a potter and artist. Look HERE please.
And now I personally know several poets who write very inspirational poetry. I will ask them if I can share some of their works here with you. If you can't wait, go check out their web site or blog, Annelinda Metzner and Susa Silvermarie.
I also wrote about M.C. Richards HERE in speaking of various women (including potters) working in their trades.
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| when a pitcher becomes a vase, I love white on white |
Here's another poem from the same site that I got yesterday's poem from...so nice to be able to use a search engine for this kind of link HERE.
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Pottery of Love and Joy
by Meg Potter, Jan 9, 2013
Different are the ones in the house,
for they are all unique,
they have their ways,
they live their own special ways.
Each must take their own path,
down the roads that have different beginnings.
All come back to the same safe place,
where they laugh,
where they chatter,
where they sleep in somewhat silence.
There are the silent ones,
the cheerful ones,
the mysterious ones,
the pondering ones.
Each of the people make their own choice everyday,
soon striving away from the house of the pottery.
The finished pottery is silent in the mornings,,
quiet in the evenings,
and dim at night.
But when they all gather,
with one by another,
there is great feasting,
laughter in every room,
smiles on every face,
and a mug for every place.
For this is the pottery that is made of the love and joy from the artist,
the love and joy that lives in their lives.
******************for they are all unique,
they have their ways,
they live their own special ways.
Each must take their own path,
down the roads that have different beginnings.
All come back to the same safe place,
where they laugh,
where they chatter,
where they sleep in somewhat silence.
There are the silent ones,
the cheerful ones,
the mysterious ones,
the pondering ones.
Each of the people make their own choice everyday,
soon striving away from the house of the pottery.
The finished pottery is silent in the mornings,,
quiet in the evenings,
and dim at night.
But when they all gather,
with one by another,
there is great feasting,
laughter in every room,
smiles on every face,
and a mug for every place.
For this is the pottery that is made of the love and joy from the artist,
the love and joy that lives in their lives.
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| My pottery display at the Mud Buddies booth, June 13, 2015 |
I admit that I often feel moved by poems that don't have to do with pottery at all, but I was pleased to find these that seemed pretty nice.
But back to Mary Caroline Richards. I've spoken about her before on my blogs. I'd say she was a moving force in my own development as a potter and artist. Look HERE please.
And now I personally know several poets who write very inspirational poetry. I will ask them if I can share some of their works here with you. If you can't wait, go check out their web site or blog, Annelinda Metzner and Susa Silvermarie.
I also wrote about M.C. Richards HERE in speaking of various women (including potters) working in their trades.
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