My love of ceramics began after purchasing a piece of art pottery from a yard sale in the 1980s. Through the years I have added to my collection, with a special fondness for California art. I was fortunate to spend time with Otto Heino at his studio in Ojai. I have fond memories of listening to his stories and learning about his design process. I once brought him black sand from Hawaii, which he wedged into the clay, and then gave me a finished piece.

 

I began taking ceramics classes in the early 90s. A neighbor who was a studio potter invited me to use her studio, and we also fired Raku. I didn’t have the time to devote myself to the craft full time but continued to learn bits and pieces through the years.

 

I was fortunate to revisit this practice by chance of circumstance in 2020--when the world slowed. I took a personal inventory of what truly mattered and returned to the world of ceramics. It has not only allowed me to connect with myself--it has also provided me the opportunity to share creative space with my daughters.

 

In the process of becoming a skilled potter, I have had to learn to release myself from perfection and attachment. There is great care in creating a piece, both handbuilt, and wheel-thrown. Once glazed, you never know how it will end up after the firing process.  When the kiln doors open, I must be open to embracing the magic that has occurred. I've done my part and then entrust it to the fate of the kiln gods.

 

When I’m not at the wheel you can probably find me engaging in one of my favorite pastimes; cooking with family, reading, hiking, gardening, and baking sourdough bread.