Ola!
I thought I’d lost my way, so I followed the river until I came to the
thriving Asheville River Arts District.
It reminded me of home and the way the jungle reclaims anything left too long. The old brick buildings were painted in bright colors and patterns and humans created artwork inside. Potters, glass blowers and other artists
worked in factory buildings that once had made tires and other industrial items, transforming clay and raw steel into bowls and sculptures.
It warmed my heart to see how these humans had transformed their setting, breathing life into a once abandoned industrial district. I wanted so badly to feel clay between my toes, so I entered someplace called Odyssey Center for the Ceramic Arts and spoke with the humans there.
I talked with a nice lady who showed me a block of clay mixed in this very
city! I peeled back the plastic and pulled a handful from the block, but I was
unable to really make a pinch pot the way a human could. But the woman
encouraged me to play and explore, and I stayed quite a while.
I went back to the river and watched the water roll against the shore. The red banks of the
French Broad River reminded me of how important pottery had been to humans.
I was struck with how ingenious they could be, transforming the very Earth
into pots and cups and figures.
I’m learning so much about Asheville, friends, and I’ve only just begun!
Getting Mo from Life in Asheville!
- Mo
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