Fine Pueblo Pottery
Quality Southwestern Native American and Mata Ortiz Pottery
Hopi Katsina Dolls
For a thousand years, the desert in Southwestern United States has been inhabited by peoples with incredible survival and artistic skills. One of the most striking expressions of artistic talent is the production of pottery. Originally used for home and religious purposes, the pottery vessels of the Southwest have evolved into the highest form of craft, many rivaling fine art. Today, the vessels retain the power endowed to them through their sacred use so long ago.
The following pages exhibit pottery samples of the highest quality made by some of the best known artisans in the pueblos and Indian Reservations of New Mexico and Arizona. Fine pottery from Acoma, Hopi, Jemez, Cochiti, Laguna, Santa Clara, San Ildefonso, Santo Domingo, Zia and Zuni pueblos is accessible by clicking on the links in the margin and the bottom of the page. All pottery is hand coiled and hand painted by the artist whose signature appears on the pot.
You will also peruse pottery from Mata Ortiz , products of the miracle created by the artistic genius of Juan Quezada. Some of the world's most striking pottery creations come from a small village in Chihuahua, Mexico.
Finally, take a moment and look over the fine carvings of Katsina dolls, the representations of Hopi spiritual and religious life.
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Innocence in her curious eyes, a silent, purposeful child approaches her grandmother.
Bah-ba, teach me to sing the clay.
Brushing silver-stranded hair from her intent face, pausing from her work, she smiles.
Amnu, Tza Bah-bah, come close and listen. In this way, Grandchild, we have been told to remember ...
In a voice slightly more than whisper, she begins to pray.
Oh, Mother Clay and Great Creator, hear me. For this young one, my Grandchild, I offer you my breath and once more ask for guidance. From your sacred colored earth, I mix with water, move it in my hands and shape these potteries. Bless them with fire, that the stories of all my Mothers, all my Fathers, be remembered.
Taking the child's small hands in hers, she traces the painted lines, lovingly.
You see, Grandchild, each shape, each design, has meaning in this beautiful life, and Mother Clay helps us on our earthwalk. And for those who came before us, who taught us, we must remember and thank them, all of them. This sacred earth we live upon and share with all its creatures -- the rain that wets the earth, making things grow -- the sun and fire and its life-giving heat -- the green plants for our paints and brushes -- the Grandmothers and Grandfathers who showed the people -- and you, Tza Bah-Bah, are part of all this. In this way, Grandchild, we remember ...
She picks up the large water jar decorated with many painted symbols, turns it slowly in her ageless hands, and begins to sing:
Wa-yo-ho-naaaaha, wha-y-ho-na-aahaa-a-yeh ... From over there, way over there
Rain clouds gather
And moving swiftly across broad horizons they come
Dark and heavy
They come dancing
Bringing sweet wet blessing to all your relations ... Aahh-eloh-yah-aah, eloh-yah-aha-yeh-ehhhh!
Harold Littlebird
(Laguna-Santo Domingo poet and potter)
A Poem
If of thy mortal goods
Though art bereft
And from thy slender store
Two loaves alone to thee are left
Sell one and with the dole
Buy Hyacinths to feed thy soul
Moslih Eddin Saadi (Gulistan)
(Garden of Roses)
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