Back in the 1980’s an art dealer in L.A. invited me to see his collection of
pottery by an artist named George Ohr, who had died in obscurity in Biloxi,
Mississippi in 1918. “Ohr called himself
The Mad Potter,” my friend told me. “The ceramics establishment thought his
personality, as well as his pottery, were too flamboyant. He was ahead of his
time.” Fascinated by the Arts and Crafts Movement, I had started my own modest
collection of green matte pottery from that era, which I found at various flea
markets, “antique” malls and junk stores. But I’d never seen anything quite
like the crinkled, wrinkled, distorted, abstract pots by George Ohr that lined
the shelves of this man’s study. I ended up buying a small mug with a metallic
glaze and a whimsical snake wrapped around it.
A few years later when Sandra Jordan and I began writing
books together, we often took breaks by going on what we called “field trips.”
Museums, galleries, movies, plays, bookstores, gardens, restaurants, even a
party or two constituted these forays away from the computer, out of the study.
Wandering around flea markets or antique
stores were favorite outings. Sandra was
on the lookout for glass fan vases, while I hunted green pots. In Lambertville,
NY, after a presentation at a Children’s Literature Festival, we stopped by
David Rago’s gallery and discovered we both were fans of George Ohr’s pottery.
And so the years went by, as we wrote twelve books on the
arts and settled into a collaboration that sometimes makes us behave like an
old married couple. At an ALA conference in New Orleans several years ago, a
field trip in and of itself, we had a free day between an award ceremony and a
panel, and decided to drive to nearby Biloxi, Mississippi, where the architect Frank
Gehry (we’d written a book about him) had designed a museum in honor of George
Ohr. It had been leveled in 2005 by a
gambling barge that had been lifted off its’ moorings during hurricane Katrina.
The Gehry museum buildings finally were in the process of being rebuilt. We’d
been invited for a hardhat tour. There we discovered through vintage
photographs and reference books that not only were George Ohr’s pots wild and
interesting but so was his life.
Then there were coincidences, besides our shared interest,
along with Frank Gehry, in Ohr’s work. When we researched Andy Warhol’s life
for Prince of POP, we discovered Andy collected Ohr pots. Here is a photo of
some pieces that were in his house in New York City.
Now The Mad Potter: George E. Ohr Eccentric Genius is out and people are saying Who? Who is
George Ohr? It seems like a remarkable turn of events to find out that he died
in 1918, mostly unappreciated, and more than fifty years later was heralded America’s
most important turn of the century potter. A tale of redemption for an artist, who, like
Van Gogh, believed passionately in his own talent, worked hard, and finally
received the attention he deserved.
FYI: If anyone happens to
be in Pittsburg, visit the Carnegie International art exhibit, where a French
artist, Pierre Leguillon, has created an amazing artwork, a vitrine filled with
photos of George Ohr and pieces of his ceramics, placed on a sandy surface,
perhaps a nod to the beaches of Biloxi.
In Biloxi, Mississippi, visit to the Ohr/ O’Keefe Museum of Art
designed by Frank Gehry. https://www.georgeohr.org/
3 comments:
I wrote a shout-out to this wonderful book for the Huffington Post. Here's the link:http://www.huffingtonpost.com/vicki-cobb/art-can-save-education-an_b_4193800.html
Such an interesting subject, Jan. I remember you going off to do some research when we were at ALA. So this is where you went. Love the photos.
Vicki, it was thrilling to see your review on Huff Post. A public thank you for that and all you do to promote nonfiction for young readers and I.N.K.
Susan, I am so glad you liked the photos. I had fun hunting for them and finally figured out how to put them on my post. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
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