At three years old, my mom gave me my first box of 64-count Crayons, the big box with a sharpener on the back. A logical progression of colored pencils, markers, paints, clay and art lessons came afterwards. These lessons left a deep impression on my childhood. My work is mainly about memories. As my hands work the wet clay, it transforms into the conceived piece that was once my mental image. My current passions create a synergy that transforms my work and my life. Even today, the crayon sharpener reminds me to develop, analyze and implement purpose into my clay work, and to continue to sharpen my skills at many levels. Each pit-fired piece goes into the fire naked and becomes a work of art through the chemicals embracing the clay. (Kimball, MI)
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