Squee! 

That is the sound that erupts from my mouth when I’m pleased with a piece I am working on. The moment when it feels not so much that I have created something, but rather unearthed something that already exists, and has been hidden under the leaves of a tree for many years waiting to be discovered.

I hadn’t touched clay since high school when I took a wheel throwing class in 2021. I fell back in love with the medium quite quickly and soon found my dining room table covered in pots. They were inspired mostly by my walks in the woods near my house where I was drawn to the forest floor; the nooks and cranny’s at the bases of trees where the soil is dark and where mushrooms make their homes. Through the use of wood inspired textures and a combination of red and white stoneware, I began exploring these patterns of natural growth and decay.

I became dedicated as well, to crafting pottery for people to use. Taking into consideration how a vase will live in the middle of a dining table, how a mug will feel in the hand, and how the curve of a bowl meets a spoon as it scoops soup. I enjoy its practical function in the mundane moments of life. A teacher once told me “it’s the art that finds its way into your kitchen cabinet.” I strive to create work that is a companion and a witness to the cycles of our lives.