As my joints and skin start to show signs of extreme wear… writing about my pottery is hard. I’m not a salesperson. When I am in the studio, I make things that please me. I find forms, textures and colors that enthrall me. It’s a constant flow of give and take. I make what the clay will allow me to make and stretch it as much as I can. When clay is in my hands, I feel as if I am from another world. I think about how a person on Earth might use this thing. I adjust as necessary.
So, what makes this happen? Maybe you can analyze my work. Or, better yet, just buy my pottery and keep me happy. While I still have hands.