HOOTING BUDDHA

My father wanted me to be a lawyer. A veteran of WWII, he wanted me to be able to defend our Bill of Rights. I shared that goal until I experienced my first semester of law school (the best place possible to lose all idealism)... But it wasn't until I sank my hands into clay when I was 43 that I knew what I did want: to be an artist. A ceramic artist... I chose hand building because when I took my first throwing class and all the clay ended up on my lap, I didn't know the OBT effect. One Bad Teacher can all but ruin your relationship with a subject, especially if it is new. But thank goodness I decided to try hand building. It was love at first touch.