Michael Giles …
- Fell into clay by accident 30 years ago and fell in love.
- Lives in Victoria with his wife, Anita, and their three cats, Booker, Ollie, and Bailey.
- Grew up in small-town Rosetown, Saskatchewan.
- Sometimes dreams he can play the trumpet like Miles Davis.
- Isn’t afraid to give a perfectly symmetrical wheel-thrown pot a whack with a wooden spoon—just to see what it might look like.
- Can’t imagine why anyone would choose the colour taupe for anything.
- Thinks he would look very cool riding a Ruckus scooter.
- Has certain very old pottery tools—a horsehair brush, a common paring knife—that he can’t imagine working without.
- Likes the texture of metallic oxides and clay-slip trailing on his pottery.
- Wishes he could grow a thicker beard.
- Believes form comes first in pottery, then function—in other words, it’s fine if it just looks gorgeous and doesn’t do anything.
- Thinks that 20th-century German-born British potter Hans Coper was a genius.
- Probably has cat hair on his clothes right now.
- Makes the best pasta puttanesca.
- Can see Chinese, Japanese, and Arabic influences in his pottery work.
- Knows that skill and luck both play a part in creating a successful pot.
- Got married in Las Vegas, but didn’t have Elvis as the minister.
- Once knew a woman who kept a baby alligator in her bathtub. Really. A baby alligator.
- Gets wildly impatient waiting for his pottery kiln to sloooooooowly cool down enough after a firing so he can open it.
- Will do almost anything for a laugh.
- Is inspired by the spray-painted scribbles and tags of graffiti artists.
- Wishes his mom was alive today see his pottery.
- Just loves to get muddy.
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Want to know more about Michael? Click here to read his Artist’s Statement.