I love the feel of smooth elastic white porcelain and the mesmerizing movement and rhythm of the wheel and the wonderful playfulness in its alteration. The whiteness of porcelain provides me with a smooth three-dimensional canvas which I can carve, alter, change its color, make it translucent and smooth like beach rocks, or leave it soft and fragile as egg shells.
I make clay masks because they allow my creativity to flow in an artform I find most satisfying– the human form. There are so many masks we wear as a society, so many things our masks reveal and hide about ourselves. I believe we all strive to find our true mask or identity within ourselves.
I like to make stuff. I like to work. One of my earliest memories is drawing houses for myself. I couldn’t stand waiting. Drawing brought me a step closer to actualizing my ideas. The process of turning an idea into a reality brings me great satisfaction.
Hand-dyed threads are arranged to create a pattern that is symmetrical and radial. Color is used to create a sense of energy that is calm and dynamic. The rhythms created from the dyed warp echo patterns of life. These patterns emerge from the union of warp and weft.
I’ve studied the beauty that can be found in random marks for two and a half years, since my son picked up and enjoyed his first colored pencil. The ability of marks, in patterns like sand tracks or random ones like my son’s, to move me to say “Aaaah” or “Aha” has never been clearer or as regular. I strive to develop with ink and brush, wire sculpture, and with color in fiber pieces, the unique energy that drives the early development of many forms of growth.