Making art is my way of expressing things that I have no words for. During the process of art making there are discoveries of feelings and ideas that puzzle, frighten, dismay and very often delight me. These feelings encourage me to make the next piece and the next. Joy is in the experimenting as if I’m following a thread to an unknown place. The excitement of this keeps me searching and is why my art is constantly in a state of flux.
My process in paint and in clay is to build and destroy again and again until I feel the click inside of me that signals the art piece is complete, at least for the moment. Although the pieces I make are personal, my work often mirrors the journey of others and I find this connection exciting.
The feel of the paint and clay inspire me. The way light plays on crumbling walls and on water, the ancient tree roots clinging to the mud banks, the deeply encrusted and broken oyster shells and the gnarled and twisted vines that grow in the woods near my house are among the things I see daily that speak to me of life and death and fuel the passion that keeps me exploring and returning to the studio again and again. .