Before I met Ken I had a small house in St Paul. I had many flowers and wanted a buddha statue. I saved my pennies and when I returned to the garden center the buddha was gone. Each time there or any garden center I looked for a buddha. No buddhas.
I had told Ken this story and he listened each time and nodded. Once when we were doing a pottery show in the cities, he said during a lull that he he was heading down the block to check out the potter shop with a business closing sign. He was always looking for pottery equipment and tools.
Later I learned it was a casting rather than throwing studio and he had found a buddha. Because they were closing they insisted he take ALL the buddha molds. He had them poured and rubbed them with iron oxide.
And so I have MANY buddhas all around the property, thanks to Ken