When I work with clay I love the feel of it in my hands, soft and pliable; I love the organic earthy smell of it. I enjoy the physicality of throwing on the potters wheel, the delicacy of sculpting, the heat of the firing, and the magical alchemy from mud to ceramic, transience to permanence. Clay works are all we have left of many vanished cultures. It endures. I create work that has presence that is empowering, work that becomes more beautiful and precious with the passing of time. I make work that brings joy to those who live with them. I make things because I am in love with the touch, the process, the dance with the materials. I am an artist, a maker. I create objects of desire.