Genevieve Snyder
Every piece of art has a story to tell. Nature has given me the best inspiration that I could have asked for. My best ideas come to me when I am sitting outside in my backyard on the stone bench by the waterfall. With the soft rustle of the trees and the rush of water my mind is free of the everyday cares and is able to wonder. True, these times are limited. Between my daughter and housework sometimes it is hard to take time to breath.
It has been said that I was born an artist. I always try to see the world through the eyes of a child, new and exciting. I look at the ordinary and I can see the extraordinary. My fascination of pottery began when my dad bought his first potter's wheel. I was only eight. He showed me how to change a seemingly lifeless lump of grey goo into something amazing. He turned my world upside down. I practiced for months and finally I made something that I was proud of. I showed it to my dad and he was so proud of me. It was just a simple pot. But to me, it was symmetrical, sturdy, and even. It held all of my dreams for the future. From there I progressed quickly. I took several pottery and ceramics classes. I was soon able to look at a picture and see a three dimensional image that I could make out of clay. I was a natural and it was all thanks to one man believing in me and my art.
When my dad passed in August of 2009 I hung up my apron and my tools. I did not think that I would ever be able to see the world in the same way again. What once was bright and full of possibilities was now dull and lifeless. I went through the motions everyday but my heart was no longer in it until one day in June of 2010. This was the day I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were so excited. Over the next nine months the world seemed to pop back into place and the colors seemed brighter. My life held purpose again. In February of 2011 my daughter was born and I once again could see all of the little miracles that life holds for those who care to look. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful family. My daughter helps me to see the life in everything and my husband is the most caring and supportive man I have ever met. I could not have asked for better people to spend my life with.
It has been said that I was born an artist. I always try to see the world through the eyes of a child, new and exciting. I look at the ordinary and I can see the extraordinary. My fascination of pottery began when my dad bought his first potter's wheel. I was only eight. He showed me how to change a seemingly lifeless lump of grey goo into something amazing. He turned my world upside down. I practiced for months and finally I made something that I was proud of. I showed it to my dad and he was so proud of me. It was just a simple pot. But to me, it was symmetrical, sturdy, and even. It held all of my dreams for the future. From there I progressed quickly. I took several pottery and ceramics classes. I was soon able to look at a picture and see a three dimensional image that I could make out of clay. I was a natural and it was all thanks to one man believing in me and my art.
When my dad passed in August of 2009 I hung up my apron and my tools. I did not think that I would ever be able to see the world in the same way again. What once was bright and full of possibilities was now dull and lifeless. I went through the motions everyday but my heart was no longer in it until one day in June of 2010. This was the day I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were so excited. Over the next nine months the world seemed to pop back into place and the colors seemed brighter. My life held purpose again. In February of 2011 my daughter was born and I once again could see all of the little miracles that life holds for those who care to look. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful family. My daughter helps me to see the life in everything and my husband is the most caring and supportive man I have ever met. I could not have asked for better people to spend my life with.