How I got here
 
In 1997 I looked far and wide for tile for our bathroom floor that fit a vision in my head. Needless to say, it didn't exist, and with encouragement from a tile artist I made it myself. A profound love of clay was born. Tile making, hand-building, and wheel throwing have given me a respect for and an understanding of "delayed gratification." It can take weeks to get a piece from a lump of clay to a finished, twice-fired product. There can be brutal disappointment, but also far-exceeded expectations when that glaze kiln opens.

Pamela Johnson-Howe

Chicago, Illinois and Land O' Lakes, Wisconsin

northwindpottery@gmail.com

773-301-7702

www.northwindpottery.net

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2010 - present
2010 - present
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