“Dave Drake The Slave Potter, Saguaro Ribs, Arizona” © Stu Jenks 2021. 88 inches tall.
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This is from Dave Drake's wikipedia page:
"David Drake (c. 1800 – c. 1870s), also known as "Dave Pottery" and "Dave the Potter," was an American potter and enslaved African American who lived in Edgefield, South Carolina. Drake lived and worked in Edgefield for almost all his life.
Drake produced alkaline-glazed stoneware jugs between the 1820s and the 1870s. An enslaved African American, he often signed his works "Dave." He is recognized as the first enslaved potter to inscribe his work, during a time when most enslaved people were illiterate, often forbidden from literacy, and anonymous. Drake inscribed his work with poetry, often using rhyming couplets, as well as his signature."
Leonard Todd, an descendant of one of Dave's slave owners, wrote a book about the potter. There is some controversy around some of the facts of his life represented there, but it's a lovely book, written by someone who appears to care deeply about Dave.
Dave until recently was known only as "Dave The Slave Potter" or "Dave", not using his last name, given the cruelty of his first owner, Harvey Drake, but since in a census of 1870, Dave used the name "Dave Drake" to represent himself so he could vote, most folk now use his full name.
Dave, like all enslaved people in the South, experienced many horrors and terrible loses. Even though firm facts are hard to come by, it appears Dave's wife and children were sold away from him and shipped to Louisiana. He lost a leg at some point, stated by some that he lost it when he fell asleep on a railroad track after drinking, but it's just as likely he was tortured by one of his owners, and lost his leg due to that injury. Cutting off legs, hands and fingers was common place, back then, for slaves who 'misbehaved.' His last owner, Lewis Miles, doesn't appear to have been that horrible and allowed Dave to write poetry and one-liners on his pots, even though it was very much against the law at the time.
One of the sadness lines on one of Dave's pots is "I wonder where is all my relations. Friendship to all and every nation," alluding to how friends and family of enslaved people were sold away from each other, never to see each other again.
I was fortunate to see one of Dave's large jars in a show here in North Carolina a few years ago. I can't remember the inscription exactly but the line on the jug mentioned how 'Christmas is the saddest time of the year.' That was because slave owners gave each other slaves as Christmas gifts, callously breaking apart families, giving children away from their parents, separating husbands and wives. Slaves were not people. They were property. Frankly, this sad history still echos in the land around here, in North Carolina, where I live.
In spite of some of its apparent errors, Leonard Todd's book Carolina Clay: The Life and Legend of The Slave Potter Dave is a joy to read, and a tome filled with sadness and beauty. I highly recommended it.
My large wall piece here mirrors the size and strength of the man, the sculpture being over 7 feet tall. At the bottom of the old Saguaro rib, it is missing one of its 'legs', honoring that Dave threw pots with only one leg, having another person kick the wheel for him.
This piece of art is very meaningful to me, hanging proudly in my garage workshop. However I would be happy to sell it, and part with it, so that it can be seen by others in person.
Ironically, pots and jars of Dave's that sold for only a few dollars and cents during his lifetime, are now selling for hundreds of thousands of dollars, one jar bought by a museum at auction in 2020 for $369,000. Yeah. I know.
Thousands and thousands of pottery pieces were produced by slaves in the 18th and 19th century in the South. Luckily, Dave Drake's last slave owner, Lewis Miles, allowed him to write on his pots. And happily Dave knew how to read and write, and he knew how to turn a phrase.
No photo was ever taken of Dave. We know he was a big man.
He was a large man in height and size, and a large man with a very big heart.
God bless you, Mr. Drake.
(And I'm fully aware that in your lifetime, you never ever called "Mr. Drake." But you should have been.)
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