Cady Clay Works

Pots of Quality - Since 1987


John Mellage

Potter John MellageI was an engineering student taking a semester's break from college when I visited some friends taking a pottery class. They seemed to be having so much fun that I decided to try clay too and felt an instant rapport with it. I completed that class at Montgomery Technical Institute in Troy, North Carolina, then returned to UNC-Greensboro and changed my major to Ceramic Design. After graduation I worked as a production potter for three different potteries before establishing my own studio, Eno River Pottery, and later opening Cady Clay Works in Westmoore, North Carolina with my wife Beth.

I can still remember the feeling of satisfaction I had when I got my first job making pots and felt I could really call myself a potter. I still enjoy making production pots as much as one of a kind pieces. I believe a potter has an obligation to the person who will ultimately use his pots; to create a piece that is technically sound, suited to its intended use, and gracefully balanced. A piece that adds meaning to an everyday activity through its use or its visual presence.

Beth Gore

Potter Beth GoreI've had some kind of art project in the works since the day I was old enough to grip my first crayon. After graduating from the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater with a degree in Art Education, I taught elementary school art and then went to work as a decorator at a large pottery. The owner asked me to help with the books due to my experience in various office jobs during college, and the business grew so fast I never got out of the office. Wanting to get back to the creative process, I moved to North Carolina in 1987 to open Cady Clay Works with my husband John.

After spending several years on the "fringes" of the creative process; teaching children, doing potter bookwork, and glazing pieces thrown by my husband, I am making time to handbuild with clay, which I have always loved. I like the organic, asymmetrical, often serendipitous forms that start with a simple slab of clay. The cool feel of clay in one's hands and the joy of manipulating it toward the idea in one's mind is restful and threapeutic, and the idea that a creation of mine may be on earth long after I'm gone seems like a magical connection to the future.