For over thirty-five years, silhouette and form, with a quiet contained presence, have
been have been changed significantly and irrevocably by making clay art. My head, hands and heart have come together during this active, long-term pursuit of my dreams. I am beginning to understand the complexities of my medium, and because I work hard and with care and sincerity to train my hands to do what they must; in this self-actualization I have become passionate. Through some stroke of good fortune, I have found work which is satisfying, engaging, challenging, and comprehensive, and through which my heart can sing.
I often think I work with clay to slow down the world; and maybe to experience the sensual/tactile quality of the wet medium on my fingers; and maybe to better understand life’s dichotomies and paradoxes by studying clay’s dichotomies and paradoxes — the microcosm of the studio and macrocosm of the world –; and maybe just because I have to.