It’s crazy out there. So I retreat to my inside world. The one where I can breathe and calm myself. Clay serves as the vehicles for my meditation; it speaks without words. Everything that I feel is automatically transferred to the clay through my hands. This is my voice, not heard but seen. I invite you to communicate with me through visual imagery, creating a dialogue between yourself and the work.
Oversized feet symbolize the strength to stand alone in the face of opposition. An admirable concept to believe in but not always an easy one to live by. I’m not just talking about the “big” issues of the day either, I’m talking about the decisions we make on a daily basis that define who we are and what we believe in.
The figures with outstretched, exaggerated hands beckon you to step inside yourself. The hands are presenting and offering, a gift of personal insight.
Many of the figures are in costume; this reflects my ongoing investigation of the many personalities and attitudes that reside inside each one of us. I’m not the same person I was yesterday . . . and yet I am. I am changed by each new experience but yet the essence of who I am remains. I enjoy playing this game of cat and mouse with myself.
The clay speaks and I listen, this body of work is the result of that silent conversation.