Clay is my favorite, my passion. I work as immediately as possible; in small groups; six to a dozen pieces at a time. I use a limited pallet of very sensitive glazes and fire often in a small kiln. It is a chaotic work cycle but it is very informative. Pots do not get old; I don’t get stagnant doing one thing for too long. Ideas evolve quickly. Almost every week my wife and I are looking at new pots laid out over our yard. Some of them come inside, some land in the garden. All of them inform and predict what is next.

Clay is demanding. You can get caught up in one aspect forever. I’m trying to see the whole process: how a piece is made, how the surface is addressed, how it is fired, and finally how it will be used.
I’m trying to compress this process into a moment of clarity; a poetic moment where the piece reveals itself.