My
Story
It all started when my son introduced his hamster, Jedi, to our neighbor who, as it turned out, was not only an artist, but also a teacher. She shared her work with me, and I was instantly captivated. I booked my first class with her the following week.
It was a series of incredible coincidences like this that pulled me back to ceramics. A gut feeling led me to ask for recommendations for a pottery table, which brought me to the Spruill Art Center. On a whim, I joined a class—turns out, it was taught by one of the best instructors in the state. Her courses usually fill up immediately, yet there was one last spot waiting for me.
Discovering this supportive studio made me seriously consider starting a business—something that once felt impossible without major investments. Plus, the endless encouragement from peers boosted my confidence in ways that working alone at home never could. It was a now or never moment—the time to push my limits and decide: Could I make art my profession, or would I have to accept it as a hobby and quiet this restless longing? I decided to go for it.
Before that, I wrestled for years with a question that was difficult to define. I grew up in the Eastern part of Hungary, post-Communism, where living from art was unthinkable. My intellectual family encouraged me to pursue a stable career, a structured 9-to-5, which I did—but never truly fit into.
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Judit Piros
