I first started using clay when I was tricked into taking a pottery class. I discovered I was happy, even ebullient, every time I walked into the pottery studio. I began putting little figures on my pot lids as handles. I like realism. I like living creatures, nudes, history and mythology.
Once I begin a piece, it’s like putting a raft in swift water. I am compelled to paddle and direct my raft until it is done. It consumes me. Nothing else seems important.