The 1970s were in full swing, with rustic handmade bowls rivalling the popularity of flared pants and paisley. Twenty-something Ross could not afford to buy the pottery he admired so he joined a club and began to make his own.
Five decades on, the Taupō artist recalls the way every one of his other creative pursuits fell away once he encountered a potter’s wheel.
“The first time I sat at the wheel, I made a pot successfully and I was hooked,” he says.
“I’ve got it like a drug. There’s no cure. If you do this to the exclusion of everything else, you get good. I did it to the exclusion of everything and, without wishing to blow my own trumpet, my technical ability is okay.”