NorthWind Pottery

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.