"And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color"
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A small act of rebellion hides inside that casual "of course". Beatrice Wood frames the pottery world as a place with an unspoken dress code: tasteful earth tones, tasteful restraint, tasteful sameness. By naming it as the default, she exposes it as a choice masquerading as inevitability. Then she punctures it with the simplest possible counter-claim: "I like color". No manifesto, no theory-lecture, just appetite. The effect is slyly defiant, the way a bright scarf can be defiant in a room full of beige.
The line also shows how Wood understood craft scenes: they often police "seriousness" through aesthetics. Earth tones read as authenticity, humility, closeness to the material; color reads as indulgence, decoration, maybe even femininity. Wood leans into that loaded category and refuses the apology. She positions pleasure as a legitimate artistic argument, and in doing so she tweaks a longstanding hierarchy that treats pottery as either rustic virtue or tasteful minimalism. Color, in her hands, is not merely pigment but a refusal to be flattened into the era's idea of good taste.
Context matters: Wood was a modernist-adjacent artist who outlived movements, fashions, and gatekeepers. Her ceramics became famous for exuberant glazes and iridescence that flirted with "too much". The quote captures a late-life clarity: when the world expects you to mute yourself to seem refined, insist on your own palette. Not because it shocks, but because it tells the truth about what you want.
The line also shows how Wood understood craft scenes: they often police "seriousness" through aesthetics. Earth tones read as authenticity, humility, closeness to the material; color reads as indulgence, decoration, maybe even femininity. Wood leans into that loaded category and refuses the apology. She positions pleasure as a legitimate artistic argument, and in doing so she tweaks a longstanding hierarchy that treats pottery as either rustic virtue or tasteful minimalism. Color, in her hands, is not merely pigment but a refusal to be flattened into the era's idea of good taste.
Context matters: Wood was a modernist-adjacent artist who outlived movements, fashions, and gatekeepers. Her ceramics became famous for exuberant glazes and iridescence that flirted with "too much". The quote captures a late-life clarity: when the world expects you to mute yourself to seem refined, insist on your own palette. Not because it shocks, but because it tells the truth about what you want.
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