The sun was merciless. Students walked into my class like soldiers marching through the desert in search of some distant oasis. But instead of heading to the water cooler they picked up their tools and went to work….carving, printing, sweating, seeking, learning. For two weeks they came, they made art, they lit a creative fire and battled the heat. I taught them printmaking. They gave me happiness. Some people can live without art. I cannot. For two weeks I lived and breathed art 24/7 at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. There were no time clocks. Time was irrelevant. Passion was our fuel. As sweat dripped from our bodies we trudged on. As I reflect on the past two weeks I need some sort of symbol to remember Blue Lake. I need something to remind me of the best two weeks I’ve had in a long time. It had to be something that reminded me of the art, heat, kids, instructors and sitting on the Lake Michigan beach watching the stars and full moon. I found it in this raku pot. I’ve always wanted to learn how to throw pottery. My friends taught me. Thank you Ron, Kim, Jesse, Sandia and Chip. It’s my most prized possession.