I grew up in an environment that supported art making. My mom was into the arts. She would always be doing some sort of knitting, crocheting or beading. When we went to the beach she'd set up an easel with oil paints. We went to the Museum of Fine Arts a lot. My sister was into art too. It all seemed pretty normal to me.
I was also really shy in 8th grade when we moved to Rockport MA, so art making became a sort of escape. The art room was my hang out spot. I took various art classes in town, like oil painting, watercolor, drawing and pottery. By the time I went to college I took art pretty seriously and thought of myself as a painter. I decided to major in ceramics though. Ceramics gave me technical challenges to tackle, and surprises.
I work really intuitively and have grown to trust some uncertainty in the process. It tends to start with an image in my head backed up with an emotion. There can be a lot of time in the ceramics process between building and firing things, that I often let my ideas change as I'm working.
My work has to do with being human. Maybe I'm just trying to figure life out through the work. I'm also drawn to design qualities, pattern and color. I like when things finally come together and there's a feeling of completion and room for the next idea.