As I continued to make work during the pandemic the ideas of community and intimacy facilitated by pottery and the handmade became even more precious and weighty to me.  So many of us, isolated, craving those interactions we once took for granted.  Needing something real, a touch, a face-to-face exchange and instead settling for virtual or distant something or another.   Most of us, cooped up at home to some degree, with our stuff.  I thought about how thankful I was to choose from my handmade cup collection each day and serve special meals to my family in/on pots.  I slowed down from my “normal” routine which caused me to notice the light, shadows, colors and edges of my surroundings just a little more than usual.  I thought more about language and words that express the qualities that I try to imbue in my work; seeing that the pieces facilitate generosity and offerings as part of valued personal exchange. 

My work incorporates nuances of space and spaces that reappear in shapes and structures.  Abstractions of shapes and forms from my journeys though architecture and the landscape emerge.  I envision the work going on and out and being touched and physically considered by others.  I choose processes that are lengthy and slow but are also gratifying.   I suspect that I balance something intuitive and spontaneous in how I approach what I make.