Working with clay is so elemental. It touches the core of my humanity. It reminds me in many ways that I am created. I have nothing in and of myself to give, yet I am delighted in by my Creator. When I go to my basement studio to throw, there is a merging of worship, solitude, reflection, and creation. It is a humbling, yet deeply satisfying time. Working with clay reminds me of the lifelong work of being human. You are wedged, centered and formed. Sometimes you are even set on a shelf to be dried out and recycled. But the process of formation always begins again. My art is an ongoing discovery of how beautiful it is to be made for a purpose and to be surrendered to that process.