I was born with clay in my blood. My grandfather was a potter in New Jersey making mostly earthenware flower pots. He had clay shards everywhere which I quickly adopted as my own. My great grandfather was also a potter in Germany. His pottery was about an hour from where I studied there. I never really considered doing anything else but making pots. Most of my pots are functional, though I occasionally explore the non-funtional realm. I want my pots to be appealing to your hand, heart, and eye. I strive for beauty in function! resume>
Lockbridge Road in Summers County winds for several miles through rolling farmland, past houses and grassy meadows, before arriving at an old, two-room schoolhouse. The school sits well back from the road on tidy grounds. Clusters of flowers bloom around the broad front porch, and the school's canine mascot naps on the stone walkway. In the large field that stretches off to one side, you might expect to see a set of swings and a metal slide, but at this school, potter Jeff Diehl and his family have created their own sort of playground. read more>
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