It is June 22, 2026. Eight days from now I will leave Phoenix with a car full of my possessions. I have decided to take at most a dozen of my ceramic works.
This a table of about half of my ceramic works. The more to the left you look, the more likely it is that a given piece will end up in the dumpster.
It is no tragedy. Most of the pieces were done in haste and are consequently flawed; and this photo preserves the ideas behind the pieces. If I do a “remake” of a piece, it is guaranteed to be better than the original.
It tickles me to think that an archeologist of the future might find my work in a landfill.
As the proverb has it, “In the course of a long lifetime a wise man will find it necessary to abandon his baggage several times.”
