On arrival, we met a big old dog who slept by the gate. He looked up when we arrived with disinterest in his eyes and fell back to sleep. The door opened and we were welcomed by Don Jose's daughter. Walking through the doorway, it almost appeared that we had stepped back in time..
We were greeted by a chorus from the turkeys, chickens and dogs. Just by the entrance was a horse feeding by the haystack. Corn and alfalfa was piled for feed and the chickens had a wonderful time scrabbling through it.
Everywhere I looked there were pieces of ceramics… some soaring high in the air, others resting on tables, walls and even hanging from the rafters. Some nestled in flower beds and others were hosts to small gardens. The bare earth had recently been swept.
He extended his hand and one by one we greeted him. When he found out I was from Australia, he laughed loudly and made a wonderful speech about the wonders of the kangaroo. His voice was mellow and soft and I felt he had just stepped out of a 1940's movie.
We moved inside his shed and it was almost dark except for the light from the doorway and one mall window. Of course he didn't need the light he was blind.
While we marveled at his masterpieces
he began to work quietly molding an manipulating a piece of wet clay sitting alongside one of his creations.
A photo of a handsome man and his wife in times gone by, lay on the floor.
Friends told me that his work is recognized all over the world…No fancy studio, just a shed out the back amongst the farm animals….creating beauty.
Can we ever achieve that?