Artist Statement
I have been deeply immersed in the arts for much of my life.  The first half of my
life was spent studying the performing arts, dance and theater.  Then I began
taking classes in the visual arts.  I spent quite some time studying drawing and
painting and I still enjoy those mediums.  However, my connection with clay has
substantially raised my happiness level.

Clay is my passion!  I rise each morning with an urgency to get into my studio
and an optimism that today I will create something beautiful; a piece of art that
will improve someone's life functionally and/or spiritually.

I love the challenge of working with this medium.  Art and science are combined
when working with the chemicals and natural materials in the clays and glazes.  
One must create from an inner vision not only the raw clay form, but project what
the final artwork will look like with the knowledge and understanding of how the
elements will react in the kiln's fiery atmosphere of over 2,000 degrees.  Clay
has taught me patience and flexibility when occasionally I open the kiln and find
that the finished piece is not what I expected it to be.

My goal and ambition is to make quality clay artwork.  I attempt to make each
piece aesthetically unique by integrating carving, sculptural embellishments and
interesting surface finishes.  The substance of my work is commemorative and
celebratory, with references to history and literature, classical and natural forms,
and an underlying energy and emotion which I draw on from my own personal
experiences and reflections.

I strive to make my functional vessels voluptuous sculptural statements, with
flowing lines and a sensual appeal that begs, “Pick me up and caress me!”  My
current sculptural pieces generally speak to the whimsy of life.  I am delighted by
people’s reactions to my sculpture, which are sometimes quizzical looks and
almost always accompanied by a giggle.

I am humbled by the thought of how potentially timeless my work could be.  
Hundreds of years from now, when the only record of my existence is my name
on a branch of someone’s genealogical “family tree,” an archeologist might find
one of my clay treasures.  I hope it makes him smile.