/ November 21, 2016 / No comments
Growing up in a pottery family
I've never considered myself as a member of a family of artists, even though my parents work as professional potters. The truth is that I've never credited my parents' occupation as unique or sophisticated. On the contrary, as a child, I used to ignore or reject pottery as a form of art in its own right.
However, the last couple of years, I've realized how remarkable pottery is. I've started studying its history and development and visited several art and design museums to explore different pottery techniques. But most importantly, recently, I re-visited my family's studio to discover the power of clay. As a result, I reconsidered what pottery is as a form of art and Ι realized how humble but difficult may be to create an object from scratch.