A Native American Influencer
A tiny pot, no bigger than a pea. In curious amazement I carefully detached the tan spherical clay vessel from underneath the seat of a lawn chair. The pot’s miniscule neck that captured the swelling volume ended in a lip which opened ever so slightly. Ribbons of clay, no bigger than the size of a pencil lead, swirled around the pot like electrons spinning around an atom, evidence of the maker’s marks.
