Watercolors expanding into blends of color onto paper, a charcoal caricature being drawn in the park on a bright sunny day, unfinished hand drawn studies of fabrics from European Masters are all representative of processes of art that entrance me. I’ve often caught myself just writing with a particular pen because I enjoy examining how the ink dispenses onto the paper. I would bring a paintbrush a
nd literally paint the cement sidewalks with water and watch the process of the cement changing color. Seeing the simple change before me was hypnotizing. To this day, no matter the medium, I enjoy the visual progression of design. To me working with clay is an ultimate example of this. Feeling and watching the clay rise between my fingers on a pull of any form to lifting the lid off a container full of raku fired pieces are parts of the process that keep me in awe just as they did when I was younger.
