Labels on the clay-dusty wooden shelves organize her pieces: Peach bowls. Fish plates. Small glazed tiles. Picture frames. Her medium is clay imbued in its original state with colors from a peaceful palette of pale yellow, green, blue, violet. Most of her work is unglazed, the finish raw and immediate. Some pieces are delicate with graceful flowers and tendrils, others are geometric–small, round dots pressed hard against bigger dots like nuts restraining bolts.
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When the pressure’s really on, Glick hires kids from the neighborhood or students from the Art Institute to help. “Some of the art students tell me, ‘You’re not making art, you’re making stuff for sale!’ But as a potter I’ve gotta sell the work, gotta keep it going, pay for materials, go to the shows. It’s satisfying, having my hands in the mud. But I’m not getting rich. Like my accountant says, ‘Your gross income looks great, but next year–get a job!’”
