For me, Carolyn Duke’s shop is like a Brigadoon—a drive along a beautiful country road to a magical barn. Up the stairs the door opens into a shop that might be in the heart of New York City or Brooklyn. I walk inside and am surrounded by Carolyn’s exquisite sense of quality, of the beautiful—silks, syrups, hand-spun yarns, jewelry, books, paintings—gleaned from the community of creative artisans, painters and craftspeople working, like Carolyn, in our area studios. It’s Carolyn’s pottery that sets the tone. Her pieces are poetry. Earthen vessels, Western Zen. Put your hands around them and you can feel the artist’s presence. If you’re like me you’ll want to stay a while to browse its beauties.
Helena Clare Pittman