ceramic, fire, wood
These circular forms fold between the idea of both a platter and canvas. The fleshy surface of clay allows me not only to paint the surface with my fingers but define it. Working in clay requires the participation of my body's wholeness, building energy out through my hands, transferring it into the clay. Pinching, twisting and tearing the material even on a small scale allows me to escape into a moment of temporary zen. Clay feels like the most honest material, capable of capturing every detail or lack thereof; it cannot be lied to. Charging the form with my thoughts and feelings of the immediate moment. I replaced the brush with my finger and the potters' wheel with my hand, focusing the energy of the present moment, like a dance. Recorded in the clay through the scratches and punctures that decorate both faces.