I’ve been a practicing professional artist for 45 years, now. I can reflect on the different ways in which the richness of Mother Nature has affected my practice. I can’t say I think in metaphor, rather the metaphor occurs through interaction and presents itself now in dimensional form. Read into it if you will.
The intrigue of clay. It’s just that. It’s so exciting to feel wet clay, ponder it in the fingers. I’m finding, as a teacher said, it has a mind of its own. The ring of a fired clay piece is truly music to my ears. It is amazing to me the difference from the wet clay body to the clink of a finished piece. I see the vast and deep knowing of practiced ceramists. I am an older artist child playing with a new material. I more than likely will never have the expertise of mature clay people but, with due respect I will make my way forward in my own voice always humbled. You will find, in my work, an expression carried forth from many relationships with materials. It seems I have a creative voice that expresses through different mediums in a way one would recognize….similar but different, mature but hopefully always seeking the amazment of being blessed an artist with vision.