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James DeRosso's ceramic monsters


I really like these whimsical ceramic creatures by James DeRosso. Yes, they have bulging eyes and toothy grins, but they're not scary at all. The Portland-based artist started making cute monsters while he was a student to jokingly create gargoyle-like guardians for the kiln. After other students kept taking his quirky little figures, he realized there was a market for them.

"I'm enjoying the whole monster making niche," James says. "It's amazingly gratifying to be doing ceramics full time and especially to be a teacher introducing kids to the joy of clay."





Be sure to visit his website and like his Facebook page for the latest monster news.
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  1. ChristyMarch 28, 2017 at 12:06 PM

    Love James works. Every year at Clayfest I make my way to meet his new pieces. They are so happy. Thanks James.

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