My love of face jugs started with the Toby jug, collecting every jug I could get my hands on until the cupboards were full. That desire graduated me to a ceramics class where my eldest son taught an Adult learning group at the local high school in the evenings, and I being the supportive mother signed up for all of them. The fun that I had while in his Adult learning group inspired me to create my own face jugs.
My first jugs were primitive, chunky tornado ware that would never blow out of a windowsill during a major storm. But the more I practiced, the more my pottery improved. Quickly I found myself shaping my pottery into the wacky, the confused, and the wondering. And then tried jugs wrapped in sea creatures, dragons or crawling with fuzzy critters. Overjoyed, I had found my creative outlet!
Now I dabble in the making of face jugs along with a vast array of slab and hand made pottery in my retirement. I enjoy the textures I achieve in clay admire how the glaze flows over the patterns and divots that I've pressed in the clay in a soothing manner when fired. And I love when their surprised expressions are looking up at me as I open the kiln. It is so rewarding.