Shhh...Listen up!
I think there is something in the water up there in the Finger Lakes Region (besides Murphy's Oil Soap). There was something just too weird for words up there at The Wizard of Clay.
When Phil and I pulled up Koz was throwing, with a look I never saw before. Maybe there is more to the whole Wizards, dungeons and dragons thing than we realize? He was making tall, gorgeous vases like there will be no tomorrow and nothing else mattered. I mean it was down right scary with a twist of I don't know how you'd say it....demonic possession?
I think his Dad is right there with him. You know the nut doesn't fall far from the tree! He's like a machine on the wheel. Maybe even zombie-like. I mean he was cordial and carried on a nice conversation but was just unreal. He was throwing honey jars one after another after another after another. His wheel literally never stopped. Plaster batt on, ball of clay on, BAM it looked like a jar, batt of clay off, plaster batt on, ball of clay on, BAM it looked like a jar, batt of clay off, plaster batt on, ball of clay on, BAM it looked like a jar, batt of clay off....etc.. It was dizzying! He was using a ball of clay and a goose feather to boot!
Jamie put on a pretty good show of appearing normal through most of our visit but when he showed us samples of that last run of bowls that look came out again.
