Hidden House Pottery & Press

In my late teens, a friend of a friend invited me to an open studio to try my hand at pottery. He sat at one wheel and made a pot, I sat at another wheel and copied what he did. I knew that day I wanted to be a potter.

During the next few years I traveled from one side of the country to the other, and from the south to the North. I worked with several potters to acquire basic potting skills. When I moved to New Brunswick with my husband, Bob, he, his father, and I made my first kick wheel from two-by-six inch planks, an old stone grindstone and a kit which consisted of a metal shaft, two bearings, and a wheel head (over thirty years later, I still use this wheel every day.) I have made my living as a potter ever since -- actually, ever since 1979.