“A wild wind howls through the black night of autumn. This is neither the hour nor the weather for firing. Yet near the ancient river, tall flames pierce the dark. Sparks spiral toward the heavens. The shadowy specter of a woman moves within the amber glow of an adobe wall. The lone potter circles the bonfire of her pots.
Her day has been long. Four sons, as bright as they are unruly, have exhausted her. The one girl, her youngest, is sweet-tempered and delicate and worries her. Her man, handsome and talented, tries her patience. At last they are asleep.
On the kitchen table, a J C Penney catalog lies open to a page of children’s jackets. Winter nears. Traders from the north may be willing to bring the coats she has selected in exchange for a fine black pot.
Under the timeless moon, in the abiding warmth of a fire, the woman works into the early hours of a new day. Like mothers through the ages, she is conjuring the future. Like potters of bygone millennia, she sends messages through time, beams of firelight and bits of clay, to past and future artists who rest among the stars.”
Gilbert, Bill, ed. The Potters of Mata Ortiz/Las ceramistas de Mata Ortiz: Transforming a Tradition. Albuquerque, New Mexico: University of New Mexico Museum, 1995.
Goebel, Ron. Mata Ortiz Pottery: Art and Life. San Jose, California: DeHart Publishing, 2008.