I've been playing in mud ever since I was a girl but I didn't get serious about it until 1999 when I took a ceramics class at the local community college. I had taken pottery classes before but this time it really took over me. I loved working on the wheel but I don't think the wheel liked me. Most of what I made was an exercise in futility but for some twisted reason I couldn't walk away. The next semester I took a hand building class and it opened my mind, heart, and world to all sorts of new possibilites with clay. I felt liberated because there was no limit to the size or shape of what I could create. I still wanted to make pottery but I didn't want to be confined to creating it on the wheel, so I decided to make it from slabs of clay.
My pottery is not complete unless it has textures or three legs on it. (Sometimes when I'm feeling really decadent I'll put 4 legs on it but that is rare.) I create my textured patterns from stamps that I have carved from rolls of clay. My work is influnced in part by ethnic and tribal art and the textures on the pottery reminds me of vessels from some ancient culture. I have a loose aproach to the clay so my mugs and vases are not quite round and my platters are asymmetrial. My art is perfectly imperfect like it's creator.
With Love and Blessings,