Micah Fields was raised to work with his hands. Since childhood, the four months of Alaska’s sunlit summer have been devoted to commercial Setnet fishing on the west side of Kodiak Island. the tactile quality of salmon scales and mending nets spoiled him towards the ceramic arts where the senses are similarly satisfied. After receiving a Bachalor’s of arts in history with a minor in studio art Micah is continuing the pursuit of pottery in the Alaskan bush. This winter he will be alone but for his wheel, kiln, and his dear brother Abraham who has agreed to accompany him on this journey of isolation and artistic development. Slow subsistence living will draw attention to the purpose and process of life. Questions will be asked, and perhaps the clay and silence of the Alaskan wilderness will answer.
My Life
My Work
The realm of experimentation within the ceramic arts is so vast that you could explore for a lifetime and barely score the surface. Ceramics brings joy to people in every stage of creation. from my joy at touching a slippery wall to the true ring of fired glaze, people get to enjoy this slow and treacherous process of creation. Materiel objects hold a special place in people lives, few things more so than someone’s favorite mug or vase. The wares I produce all long to be handled and appreciated for their craftsmanship, beauty, or humor. Functionality in ritual practices like a cup of coffee in the morning has more meaning to it than the digital waffle of cyberspace. I long to bring people closer to the tactile experience of holding something precious. Nothing brings me more joy than knowing that people feel closer to reality through seeing or owning one of my pieces.
my face and neck