I was introduced to clay by my grandmother when I was 6 years old. I was hooked from the first, crooked, happy face that I made. I still remember that I was very upset with my cousin when he wouldn't show me how to make a "real nose". For several years after that I could always be found up in their work shop playing on the wheel and making a mess. Ceramics became a part of my life. Everywhere I go I pick up objects and wonder "wow, how did they do that? That's really neat!". Working with clay is an addiction for me, and I'm happy I have it. While I was in college, there was one period where I didn't get to do anything for over a year! It drove me crazy. I finally got back to my clay, and I don't think you could drag me away from it again. For me, clay is a wonderful departure from reality. It gives me the opportunity to sit, think, and become immersed in what I'm creating.

The vision of a lone tree on the edge of a river, pond, or cliff has always been a symbol of peace, and tranquility for me. The image of the tree tossed by wind and rain, while observing the world and discovering new perspectives appeals to me. When I was younger, I would take walks in the mountains when it rained. I would find a tree to sit under, and just think. For long periods of time I would just listen to the patter of the rain drops above me and dream. I find this same sense of contemplation and serenity when I'm throwing clay: Feeling it move through my fingers, and take shape before me.

I have done both sculpture, and functional work at different points in my life. Each feeds a different aspect of my desire to create things. Artistic sculpture is deeper and more absorbing to create than functional ware. However, I find I enjoy having the completed functional ware more than a completed sculpture. There is something wonderful about holding and eating out of a bowl or a dish I have made myself. Even just handling the finished work can be a joy. I've found that there are certain shapes and textures that are really made to be touched and handled. The balance, weight, and texture are just right to settle into your hands. This can be an elusive feeling in a work and I'm still striving to get it perfect. I look forward to the day that I have the perfect hot chocolate mug for warming my hands on a cold evening, while a thunderstorm rages above.