No artist, no potter, can be so only for a few hours daily, or even weekly and otherwise live and fall for all the tempations and the empty slogans of a crudely materialistic and opportunistic society. Art cannot be had cheaply.

An artist is a human being first and she has a very special purpose in life, namely, to transform with her gift of talent the deepest feelings of a human heart, and put its spiritual experiences into form and beauty. A potter has to do that with clay, a weaver with fabrics, and a poet with words. Though the materials differ, the aim of all remains more or less the same, and the human endeavor is alike, only the forms differ.

As the potter conveys the basic experiences of her life into her work, without knowing if these pots will become more than a record of her daily life they will rather become an example of a certain philosophy and the essence of a way of life, because they represent and form the totality of her visionary search.

If the potter is good, she can convey with her pots the total image of life (as the Peruvians did) her society, her country, her century, her whole humanity. It cannot easily be put into words how much knowledge, talent, devotion, patience, intensity and wisdon have to go into this assignment, but it is the totality of all these efforts that is the true meaning of a creative life.