STATEMENT

I watch the rhythms and patterns of the natural world. Smooth river rocks, eroded mud banks, spiraling leaves falling to the ground and birds that glance upward to decide when it is time to fly remind me that natural cycles of life, death and rebirth are unending and necessary.

When working with clay I seek to express feelings I do not often understand—longings for strength and beauty or perhaps it is the desire to explain painful steps I wish to take. Sometimes I hope for more understanding of numinous dreams that seem like a gift.