The shelves of the home I share with my wife and fellow potter, Hannah McAndrew, are crammed full with pottery. It is an incurable obsession. Neither of us has the discipline to discourage the other and so whenever we can (and often when we can't) afford to add to it, the collection continues to grow. There really is no more space, but somehow, we will always find room for yet another pot. It is essentially our reference library, which we consult on a regular basis: an invaluable resource that documents the honed skills of some of the finest, yet relatively uncelebrated craftsmen of the past. I can only dream of one day having the ability to throw clay as well as the makers of these pots.
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