From the moment that I touched clay in a pottery class twenty years ago, I have been fascinated by it. Clay has seen me through relationships, college, marriage and children. Clay is my rope and rock. It is instantly altered by only a push of a finger and can be formed into an expressive sculpture or a functional vessel. This diversity in the medium constantly intrigues me. From the ground, to my hands, then through the fire a cycle that I am forever inspired by and one that I am called to a cycle that I am forever grateful.