It is a name rich with images of handsome, handmade pots, visions of living in harmony with the earth and of far off tales of Leach, Hamada and Cardew. It conjures memories of the fabled Minnesota School, of talented, passionate ceramic ambassadors such as Jeff Oestreich, Sandy Simon, and Randy Johnson among many others, of the euphoric explosion of the 1970s craft movement, and a time when beautiful handmade objects spoke of integrity and respect.
These were a few of my thoughts, tinged with nervousness, as I drove the last stretch of dirt road in search of Warren MacKenzie's house and studio – the last leg of a seventeen-thousand-kilometre journey to speak with one of the most influential potters of our time. At the end of the road, almost lost…
