West Virginia...land of my blood.
This piece of handmade pottery was done by a West Virginian artisan who markets her work through Mountain Made and Tamarack - Best of West Virginia. Both of these venues are extremely picky about the quality of work they accept for purchase by their customers. I love the variance of shades and the pitting texture. This baby's breath (remaining from one of the arrangements at my mother's funeral) is perfect.
And while I collect pottery from West Virginia artists for the sake of art, I am also attracted to pottery because it is a reminder of what I am. I am merely a lump of clay the Potter has placed on the wheel of His will. And when I feel the pressure of His hands and fingers on me, pushing and probing, sometimes through pain...looking at the pottery reminds me that this is the work of my beloved Potter, molding me into who He wants me to be for purposes He determined long ago.
I am grateful to be the work of God's hand...in progress, of course.