Louisville, Kentucky 40208
Artist Statement – Wayne Ferguson
Sometimes when asked “How long have you been an artist?” I reply “All my life.” I remember that first ash tray I made in kindergarten, the little clay Jesus figure created in the third grade and the giant cactus painted with black poster paint when , for a time, I was in a special class at ten years of age. My brother and I would play for hours with clay our mother made out of flour, salt, cream of tarter and blue food coloring. Small forts, tanks, soldiers and artillery cannons would be made and and destroyed by one another. Later on they would be blown up with Black Cat firecrackers.As I became a teenager art would take on a greater meaning in my life. Frustrated and bent on self destruction I was turning into an out of control delinquent. My angel appeared in the form of my art teacher at Bellevue High School. Her name was Eva Hinkle and she managed to form me much like a lump of clay in her wise hands. My persona as an artist was now established by her and I soon found that being constructive was much better than being destructive. When Mrs. Hinkle showed me “Persistence of Memory” by Salvadore Dali there was no turning back. I knew I could be weird and unorthodox as an artist and defy the norm in a positive manner.When I went to the University of Kentucky as an English major with a minor in special education I was astounded to see someone in the Fine Arts building making pottery! I soon weaseled my way into the ceramics program as a student worker, cleaning the floors and scraping kiln shelves for probably the most sensitive and talented artist I have encountered in my life..John Tuska. As wonderful a person as he was I left college with no degree and went out to see the real world of clay. Living hand to mouth, building wood fired kilns and trying to make a life as a potter of sorts.