I have been making pots for 35 years now… every day, steadfastly. They are pots for the table, cooking and serving, celebrating and sharing. They are objects I love to make. As I grow in this devotion, this work of my hands, my direction has changed. At one time, early on, I chased skill and competence…. later maybe, some notion of beauty. At this point in my life, both personally and artistically, I am striving for clarity. My aim is to make pots that sing of their nature in a total way. In rim, foot, surface and form…a common language…a single voice.
I think there is a deep appreciation for the grace and beauty of well made functional pots. In a gallery setting, however, you can take in only part of what they offer. Over time, through continuous use, you uncover the remainder. Some forms I make are simple, others complex, with lots of altering after throwing. But they are all part of the monthly cycle of work that is made in the studio, day in, day out, cycle by cycle, year by year. The continuous involvement with this body of work brings about a slow natural development of form with which I am comfortable. It is easy to imagine this passion continuing to ripen and evolve, sustaining me another 20 or 30 years. That is if my body holds out!