Dancing with clay test

Dancing with clay I make pots with movement. One move brings on another until a vessel takes on its own proportions. I don’t interpret. I do. I present—in each pot, an unplanned dance unfolds. Life is complex, and in this, harmony can be explored, enjoyed, lived. Leaving open the realm of possibilities, I welcome chance. Various rhythms, patterns, movements, arise and fall. Each pot is a piece. Each series a play. Clay is a living practice. Tea is a livingContinue readingDancing with clay test

Oil Spot & Hare’s Fur: The Universe in a Teacup

As many of you know, my work as a ceramicist revolves around research. I spend a great deal of time exploring different clays, glazes and firing methods, always searching for new ways to bring depth and character to a surface. Having recently completed a series of porcelain teaware pieces with Oil Spot and Hare’s Fur glazes, I wanted to share a glimpse into the history of this style, where a single material, iron, can create an entire universe within aContinue readingOil Spot & Hare’s Fur: The Universe in a Teacup

Shino & Cooling: Time Written in the Glaze

In ceramics, the final moments of a firing are often the most decisive. Long after the kiln has reached its peak temperature, the cooling process quietly shapes the surface of a glaze. Subtle variations in how fast a piece cools can transform both color and texture in unexpected ways. In this experiment, both cups were glazed with the same layers of two different Shino glazes. Placing each cup in a similar position within the kiln but in two different firings,Continue readingShino & Cooling: Time Written in the Glaze

Getting Intimate with Clay

Working with clay is an intimate experience, a sensual relationship, an adventure of the senses. I make with my hands, my body, my breath and the ground under my feet—rooted. Throwing pots on the wheel can be both a deeply personal moment and a creative act offered into space. Entering the workshop The cool earth caresses my feet. The humid air of drying pots whispers against my skin. The birds sing. I pause – breathing in, breathing out – andContinue readingGetting Intimate with Clay