Two years ago, I was invited to judge the National K-12Ceramic Exhibition at the NCECA conference in Kansas City—a joyful task that enlivened ten days of intense long-looking. If working in clay for more than fifty years tests one’s appetite for beholding ceramic achievements by people of all ages and backgrounds, I aced this one. Here was work capable of launching their makers onto the covers of ceramics magazines in a decade or so, perhaps followed by teaching careers and eventually into NCECA geezerdom by 2050. That committed ceramic artists might have a future is evident every time we visit one of these exhibitions.
“What was this person trying to do?” I asked myself as a juror, and, “How well was it accomplished?” No matter the maker’s age, these questions applied, and after looking at every image about fifty times—shuffling them to avoid memorizing their order—I found certain pieces insistently assertive. Some appeared in my dreams (a very good sign), while others nearly escaped detection for several viewings before surfacing with potential—a subtle sculptural gesture easy to miss, a lid’s surprising knob. Selecting 150 entries from nearly 1,350 was hard enough, but choosing 108 entries from 966 submissions in the grades 11-12 category was equal parts exasperation and reward—a neurotic’s nightmare. But only once at the end (and may I be forgiven), did I flip a coin.