The Potter

The other morning I stopped by to see my friend Brad Walker on the square. We talked and laughed and I watched as he whipped up a perfect bowl in two minutes flat. He was used to posing for shots so I waited until he forgot about the camera before I took any pictures. He still had the tendency to go "Taddah!" and hold things up in the air. I told him to knock it off.

But just walking through his studio, and reading his little quotes and anecdotes that he writes on notecards scattered amongst his art, is an experience not to be missed. Brad is a true joy to be around. I think its because he loves what he does. Either that, or he has had everyone fooled for 35 years.