Clay/earth is where we emerge. I love clay because, as with life, there is always something new to learn, some nuance to explore, a beckoning avenue opening up that was never there before. I love clay because some days you can do everything wrong and something marvelous appears, and some days you can do everything according to spec and nothing works – so you’re on your own, and learn to name that “freedom.” Clay, by its very nature, encourages playfulness, living in the moment, and - when you hear that pop in the kiln - letting go. When I work with clay all that exists is energy, which wants expression, and me, acting as conduit.