|The George Ohr pottery mark. Some pieces are signed in script.|
|Some of Ohr's vases were totally impractical|
--they wouldn't hold water.
|Ohr awaits customers in his pottery shop. Sadly, there weren't many.|
|Vessel Cream Pot, George Edgar Ohr, 1903-1907.|
|The damaged kiln was about all that remained as fire destroyed George Ohr's studio to and all of his work. The loss of his life's work seemed to unleash a new-found energy in Ohr's work, which gained a greater |
fluidity and mastery.
|George Ohr "Burnt Babies"|
Ohr was passionate about his work and supremely confident in his talent. He wrote to an art critic, “I am making pottery for art’s sake, God’s sake, the future generation, and by present indications, for my own satisfaction; but when I'm gone, my work will be prized, honored and cherished.” In 1899 he packed up eight pieces and sent them to the Smithsonian Institution. One of the pots was inscribed, “I am the Potter Who Was.” Ohr gave up his profession as potter in 1909. His landmark ceramic shop became Biloxi's first auto repair shop, run by his sons. Ohr was urged by his family to sell his pots. Instead he packed up the lot of them (several thousand) that he could not, or would not, sell and stored them away. He was confident that the world would someday recognize him as “the greatest art potter on earth.” Modesty was never one of his virtues. George Ohr died of throat cancer in 1918.