Releasing the Soul of the clay with one of a kind, high fired Platters, pots, faces and vases.
For as long as I can recall I have studied the faces of interesting men. The untold stories that show in the lines of their faces. My work is heavily influenced by the music playing in my studio while I work the clay. In some instances, my own history is played out in the faces that I create, sharing stories of times past or hopes of future adventures.
In 1985, I remember being deep in the woods in a cabin in Yosemite, closed in by a snow storm with no paper, just a pillow case and a writing pen…. by the light of only a Coleman lantern, I drew a face of a man that had stories of surviving in the mountains, alone for months on end with only himself to count on. I still have that pillow case…. And I still have the need to bring out the faces that tell the stories of survival, adventure, joyfulness, mindfulness and most importantly Character…... now I have discovered the beauty of Clay.
My uncle Bud was the ceramics teacher in the classroom next to my drawing class. I would go to Bud’s room and chat with him… and play in the clay. To this day, Bud is who I call for direction, guidance and to share the love of clay.
In the 80’s, I cleaned the studio for a very prominent artist, spent hours picking his brain and sharing the love of art. Carl has since passed, but he has forever inspired me to let go and let the work speak for itself. Uncover itself. I do not go into the studio with a plan, I go into the studio and remove the clay that does not belong and allow the faces to present themselves. Just as Carl taught me.
Part of our Local Artist Collection