Sometimes, between waking and sleeping, a dream image appears in my mind’s eye. Sometimes a powerful feeling rises up and pushes out of me. Like Persephone, I’ve been tugged into the emotional underworld. Like Daphne, I’ve run from the rational. I have been moved with joy and delight. With clay and my hands, I work to put the deepest feelings of my heart into a form that can be seen, held and felt.
My pots are shaped with my hands and are meant to be held and touched with the hands. I want their stories to come to life, to whisper revelations to the hands that hold them. I make them by throwing porcelain or stoneware clay on the wheel. Larger pieces may be thrown and assembled or slab-built. I push the clay wall in and out with my fingers to make the figures. Small details such as hands, feet and faces are made separately and attached. Each piece is finished by polishing with terra sigillata, or coated with a copper stain, bisqued and smoke fired or with high-fire glazes.
Describe your organization or gallery
Co-founder of North Quabbin Garlic and Arts Festival and League of MA Artists and Artisans