My work stems in part, from childhood memories of time spent in my grandmother’s sewing room. While she wove and stitched I sorted through her button box, wove linen book marks and explored old family photo albums. 

My material, though, is soft porcelain.  Chameleon-like, it changes as it responds to the touch of my hand or the imposition of a tool.  It is temperamental and predictable, fluid and resilient.   Working with these contrasting characteristics I can shape my slabs into undulating forms that suggest fabric or figure, tells stories, and evoke the luscious, quixotic nature of the clay itself.

Like the old family photos, though there is more than one side to the work.  Softness meets strength, comedy dances with grace, crisp edges melt into soft corners.  Knowing the other half of the story, or at least knowing there’s more than meets the eye, brings a little humor to a formal tea party, a little richness to a casual mug of coffee.