Artist Statement
Clay has always been a captivating medium for me. In my opinion, it is one of the most honest mediums that exist. By this, I mean that it is pure in that it comes from the Earth and is true to the actions you inflict upon it. Every push, every pull, every impression that is left exists because of a direct action from the artist. There is no "undo" button.
When bisqued, these once delicate forms and impressions are transformed forever; a movement frozen in time. In 500 years, my body and name will likely be long forgotten, but my ceramics will continue to prevail thousands of years into the future. It's almost like sending a message in a bottle, only through time instead of water.
Through the increasing expansion of technology and industrial development, we humans have long lost our connection with the very source that provides our ability to exist. When is the last time you stopped long enough to reach out and touch something organic in nature? We have become such a germaphobic society; always armed with our portable hand sanitizer bottles poised to strike. Have we lost our sense of touch? Are we too afraid to touch? Perhaps after being told so often not to touch anything as children, we have forgotten how. This disconnect from nature is becoming an increasing problem in the age of ipods and pavement. It is through my work that I intend to remind people to get involved in their surroundings and embrace the textures and the often subtle, yet complicated environment that they live in, even if it is through a simple bowl of soup or cup of morning coffee.
When bisqued, these once delicate forms and impressions are transformed forever; a movement frozen in time. In 500 years, my body and name will likely be long forgotten, but my ceramics will continue to prevail thousands of years into the future. It's almost like sending a message in a bottle, only through time instead of water.
Through the increasing expansion of technology and industrial development, we humans have long lost our connection with the very source that provides our ability to exist. When is the last time you stopped long enough to reach out and touch something organic in nature? We have become such a germaphobic society; always armed with our portable hand sanitizer bottles poised to strike. Have we lost our sense of touch? Are we too afraid to touch? Perhaps after being told so often not to touch anything as children, we have forgotten how. This disconnect from nature is becoming an increasing problem in the age of ipods and pavement. It is through my work that I intend to remind people to get involved in their surroundings and embrace the textures and the often subtle, yet complicated environment that they live in, even if it is through a simple bowl of soup or cup of morning coffee.