"I don't believe that poetry can save the world. I do believe that the forces in us wish to share something of our experience by turning it into something and giving it to somebody: that is poetry. That is some kind of saving thing, and as far as my life is concerned, poetry has saved me again and again."
The same could be said for pottery. I don't believe it can save the world. I do believe that forces within us drive us to share something of personal experience. We turn our experience into how we touch and shape clay, which in turn, is transformed by heat. The object that can be used enables us to give and receive... that object is pottery. As far as my life is concerned pottery has kept me sane and saved me over and over again.