A broken wrist while show-boating at a roller-skating party when I was in the 3rd grade forced me to hang up my tambourine and discover other pathways for creative expression. From an early age, I have had much exposure to a variety of art forms (not excluding the art of the tambourine) and have used whatever medium placed before me in uncommon ways.

After having my hands in printmaking, glassblowing and photography, I find clay as the clearest channel of expressing thoughts and ideas that to me seem verbally daunting. Life taught, I enjoy experimenting with processes and combining elements in rule bending fashion. Each day before I descend to my studio, I lock my editors in the shed and invite my muses to the room where matter is re-arranged and my soul is nourished.

I thank my soul-matey, Gary who has lovingly accepted clay smudges on every doorknob and light-switch in the house. I also thank the mole that commutes to and fro through my studio for keeping me company on those late nights of listening to the clay. And my muses thank the makers of happy lights and micro-brewed beer.