About 25 years ago a college housemate brought home some pots she made in ceramics class. I was thunderstruck, and with a twinkle in my eye I set about getting myself into the next class to pursue a romance with utility.
In many ways, not much has changed. My early nostalgia infused infatuation with beauty, usefulness, hard work and service has matured, a little. Making dishes is still a poignant act of creation, a striving for human connection, and a desire to both be in the background and in the spotlight.