Obsessed with the Infinity of Uniqueness.
These are vines that I find on my walks in the woods. The life has gone from them, yet their remains show us the path they took.
Each vine has a different approach to finding what it needs. Some wind themselves into tight little balls, some reach out in ecstasy.
Often vines find each other and concoct various ways of staying together.
I gather them as precious portraits. They reveal infinite metaphors of the truth of our existence.
My clay has intention as well. And definitely desire. If you will notice the cracks in back of the sculptures, these are the result of the clay releasing tension. It happens at very high temperatures in the firing process. I admire these stress releasers because they are unselfconscious free gestures that I could never duplicate. Yet once it has occurred we see clearly the releif.