EARTH MEETS ART: THE POTTERS
Those summer evenings at
granny’s still make fresh memories, when we would come back all tired and
sweaty and dash straight to the earthen jar.
Jogging back from the beach we drooled of the thought of the liquid inside
that clay cooler. The summers in the 90’s were not as hot as that of today; but
they were warm enough to burn you out and leave you dehydrated. Fortunately,
back then we had more natural means to refresh and rejuvenate. A tumbler of
cold water and we would fall flat on the cow dung carpeted floors and stare at
the clay tiled roof. No air condition, no fridge needed, the earth with all its
generosity comforted us with its riches.
