The House That Built Me 

Larger-than-life renovation became a potter's magnum opus

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The first sign that something was wrong was when the middle finger on potter Ben Behunin’s right hand suddenly felt stiff and sore.

The pain in his hand, curled around the inside of a bowl he’d made and was wrapping for a customer, was unusual. Behunin was rarely sick, and had never had much use for a doctor.

Over the next six months, this well-known potter’s hands—the sole source of his family’s income—became progressively worse.

Behunin, then 30, couldn’t wedge clay. It hurt to load kiln shelves. He was losing strength in his hands.

“I was working 14-hour days,” Behunin says. “I didn’t have time to slow down.”

But it got so bad he couldn’t pour a gallon of milk or hold his 6-month-old daughter, Eve, without excruciating pain.

Now he had to slow down long enough for a clinical diagnosis.

Psoriatic arthritis.

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A June 2004 X-ray still hangs in his studio. It shows bone fragments floating around in his joints.

The assumption that Behunin might be able to continue his life in the same way as before, working as a full-time potter and creating art, began to crack and crumble.

“That was a big deal, basically because I felt like this was my mission in life—to make pots,” says Behunin, now 38. “This was my passion … this was all I ever wanted to do.”

Rather than feeling forced to abandon art and find a desk job, though, Behunin simply changed his method of making art. He shifted his focus from throwing pots on the wheel to making tiles and platters on a slab roller, which was much less painful. He never stopped creating; it wasn’t even an option.

That driving passion was what gave Behunin the strength to complete, mostly on his own, a massive renovation of his home in 2011 that took six months.

The goal of the renovation, a decade in the planning, was at once simple and incredibly formidable: “I wanted to make our home a temple of creativity.”

“Make No Small Plans”
On a shelf in his basement stands a quirky cup Behunin made when he was a student at Highland High School.

He was already on his way, but it wasn’t until he served an LDS mission in Germany until the end of 1994 and baptized potter Irene Adeler there that something really clicked. He returned in February 1995 to do an apprenticeship under Adeler for four months.

People would come in to the studio in Germany and talk about their lives over cups of peppermint tea. Those times would later become inspiration for a trilogy of novels Behunin wrote and published while still working hard at his pottery.

By May 1996, he was making pottery full time. He attended the Buyers Market of American Craft in Philadelphia in 2001, which opened up a huge wholesale business with galleries and gift shops (as many as 300 at one point) around the country.

Against the odds—most potters have a “real” job—he was paying bills and making a good living with just his art. He was happy.

Then along came arthritis. So did the potions and “snake oils” from well-meaning fans and friends.

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Only prescription pain medication and a change in his pottery methods would keep the pain and swelling at bay over the next seven years. Throwing pottery on the wheel caused the most pain, so he made fewer bowls and began using a slab roller—which requires less hand strength—to make tiles, platters and “slab bowls.”

“It saved my hands and gave them a chance to rest,” Behunin says.

He managed the pain and continued working as the sole breadwinner in his family.

He and his wife, Lynette, would sometimes talk about moving their two children to a different home, never finding one they liked, all the while planning to renovate the one they were in.

The plan was to take on the job himself—saving money and doing it the way they really wanted.

But how on earth would he be able to handle demolition, pouring concrete, building walls and doing jobs that can be hell on healthy hands?

“I was worried about my hands, but they had been doing well for a few months—and we were headed into summer, which is always a much easier time for my hands,” Behunin says.

The hands felt good. The money was there. The timing was right.

“One of my favorite quotes that I embossed on several tiles throughout my home is, ‘Make no small plans; they have no magic to stir men’s souls,’ ” Behunin says.

Breaking the Mold
On May 8, 2011—Mother’s Day—Behunin moved his family out of their home and into the basement of his in-laws’ home in order to start work.

This was to be no ordinary renovation.

Behunin didn’t want another McMansion or some utilitarian, nondescript home when he was done. He wanted to build—or rebuild—a home that his kids would be proud to claim someday.

“There is a spirit to place,” Behunin says. “When you thoughtfully imbue a place with creativity and detail and color, it takes on a spirit of its own. Many children grow up with art around them. I wanted to see what might happen to kids who grew up in the middle of art.”

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Behunin estimates he put in about 2,200 hours on his home, using 2,000 pounds of thinset mortar and 400 pounds of grout to help pull the final look and feel together.

For months, Behunin logged 12- to 18-hour days, trying to both provide for his family as a potter and tackling the monumental renovation, which began with tearing the roof off the place. There were huge setbacks, like a flood in the basement where they were storing everything.

Work continued inside, where, after the walls went back up, he laid thousands of his own handmade tiles by himself all over the house.

Outside, he used a welder, chop saw, plasma cutter, anvil and “a lot of colorful words” to create more whimsy and wonder, sometimes using junk pulled right out of dumpsters.

Was it the work of a madman? Even Behunin began to wonder at some points.

Or a genius?

“Ben is definitely a genius, but he could not have done what he did if he were not willing to break the mold of traditional conservatism,” says Becky Conover, who toured the home in December with her mother. “That takes courage and maybe a little madness.”

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