George Ohr threw pots in Biloxi from the 1880s until a fire destroyed his studio in 1894. He rebuilt and kept working. His pieces were impossibly thin, asymmetrical, crumpled, and glazed in colors no one else was using — decades before the art world had a name for what he was doing. He called himself the greatest potter in the world. Nobody bought the work. He stored thousands of pieces in his sons' auto repair shop and told his family not to sell them until the world caught up. It took until the 1970s. A New Jersey antiques dealer found the cache — roughly 6,000 pieces — and the art market finally agreed with Ohr's self-assessment. Single pieces now sell for six figures. The Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art in Biloxi, designed by Frank Gehry, houses the permanent collection in a building as deliberately unconventional as the pottery inside it. Ohr died in 1918, fifty years too early to see himself proven right.