The air is cold and crisp. When summer arrives, the air turns hot and dry while fluffy clouds fill the endless sky. The mountains become polka-dotted with smokey fire.
The seasons change in the background of my life, and inspire my work.
I translate my daily landscape into playful abstract drawings that wrap around the surface of my ceramic pots. My drawings are full of scribbles and smudges, which can be a form of spontaneous expression or a means to hide something that wasn't good enough.
When I am making pottery, the forms I create are soft and smooth, offering a sense of gentleness to the user. Some areas of my pots receive glaze, providing protection, while other spaces are left raw, exposed, and vulnerable.
My pots are intended for use. A space exists between people and pottery where quiet exchange can happen. Handmade pots hold nourishment for the spirit and body and, in return, are held close by those that own and use them.