During our visit to Geoffrey’s pottery, I was completely taken by the overwhelming atmosphere, the earthy smell and all the wonderfully delicate-looking pieces of pottery, each of which seemed to me like a separate little individual that wanted to be appreciated in all its beauty. I could have spent hours here to marvel at every single vessel and vases, whose gleaming glazes from deep blue to bright red, warm yellow to down-to-earth brown seemed like small, unique paintings to me. It was not easy for us to decide on just one object and at the last minute I intuitively reached for a somewhat strangely coarse pot with a rough, almost sandy surface, which I had only seen standing on the shelf out of the corner of my eye.
When I got home, I really understood Geoffrey’s remark that we don’t make the choice, but the object finds us. The little last-minute pot has become my daily companion with which I sit in the morning on the veranda in wind and weather, in the garden, on holiday by the sea or in winter on the couch warming my hands and heart with a delicious ‘Milchkaffee’ – milky coffee.
And the small, delicate vase surprises us again and again with a life of its own, depending on the time of day and the weather. Even after two years you never tire of marveling at this small ‘clay mini universe’. I am already looking forward to the next visit to Geoffrey’s Atelier and say thanks a million for this wonderful discovery.
