Countless hours spent walking through nature was the only way I knew how to occupy my solitary time, before I discovered clay as an outlet. Each earthy-colored coil I overlap and press into the last holds a reminiscence of my footsteps. I cherish every small coil and leave every pinch mark simply to satisfy the need to create a rhythmic, forward motion.
Clay has a memory that records the successive layers from my fingerprints and captures an intimacy found in each layer. I anticipate the dynamic flow of the pieces while permitting the process to generate its own intentions. The final wandering forms correlate to my undetermined walking journey. The repetitive coils lead me to a pensive state of mind. I patiently embrace the pace of nature as it unfolds in quiet, meditative hours in the studio.
The accumulating rippling texture, with its geologic and organic analogues, creates tactile desire. The undermined weight of the numerous forms is the advantage in the arrangement and organization of my installations. The interplay of light and shadows challenges the viewer’s perspectives of gravity. This endeavor makes my coiled forms grow in diverse directions instead of simply upwards.