For me, working with clay offers opportunities to deliberately experience and exemplify the force of change in a process bound by rules, risks, and rewards. Most of what I make with clay is for every day use. Some forms are sculptural.
My husband, Scott, and I built a large three chamber wood kiln. We fire the kiln with a crew for several days at high temperatures. Predictability is minimal. We spend a week while the kiln cools, after the firing, anticipating the outcome of our collective, collaborative effort.
Our mutual goal is individual works-of-art. There's always treasure. Every firing. Most often that treasure is in the form of valuable lessons.
Even when the results are less than favorable, I am filled with a sense of excitement and discovery that I share, show, and tell. I photograph the process, the potters, and the pots.
The clay, the kiln, the crew, and me - we all make a memory together.
For a brief time, our story is mine.
I am thrilled when someone picks up a cup and perceives a connection. The way I see it, my cup becomes your cup and every time that cup is used, another part of the story continues.
I’m grateful for the privilege to do something I love to do. And delighted that pottery is the reason our paths crossed.