clay is possibility and potential,
becoming something beautiful or functional,
starting with an idea and becoming something that will stand the test of time.
recent woven artwork
I am fascinated by the fact that the elements and atoms in my body were formed billions of years ago in dying stars. There were pressures and explosions at the core – unimaginably volatile events that created new stars and satellites, setting a chain of dominoes in...
This piece was inspired by a recent family trip to the gulf shore of Alabama where the sunsets are amazing - probably for sunrises too but I honestly didn't see any of them! The water there is the loveliest turquoise, and for a fleeting few magical minutes in the...
At the end of the day the bright blue of the heavens deepens into shades of lilac and plum while the fading light casts a warm glow over the world. Clouds on the horizon catch the dying flames, shining with gold and ginger for the brief minutes that it takes for the...
As the days of spring begin to get longer, trees respond to the extra light and heat by budding out in chartreuse leaflets. The happy blue sky shines down on them, glowing like thousands of cut peridots swaying in the breeze. The greedy leaves quickly soak up the...
As spring approaches in March, the monochrome winter world begins to show hints of color. One of the earliest signs in my garden is the cherry blossoms, filling the tree with their delicate pink glory and promising warmer days to come.
Pink lemonade is just fancy, and I always feel a little extra when enjoying some. It needs a special glass, a couple of razor thin disks of lemon, maybe some raspberries and of course some crystal clear ice bobbing like diamonds in the perfect setting.
Pottery allows me to put something of myself out into the world. As an introvert, I find this is the best way of expressing myself. I’ve been inspired greatly by my parents, both creative in their own ways. I was constantly encouraged to share my creativity with others.
Artist, artisan, handcrafter, craftsman, each word evokes a different sentiment and a different feeling. Quality differences, intentional differences, interpretational differences. I’m not sure I would consider myself an artist. I’m not a crafter either. I’m a potter. However, now that I’m including other materials, even potter feels limiting. When you see yourself differently, you act, think and behave differently.
It’s a compulsion for me at this point. I have ideas – many ideas – and I am driven to make each of them a reality.