“Working in ceramics is an arduous process that can be physically and emotionally taxing. So why go on? Why continue to self-sabotage for art’s sake?
On the other side of my frustration and grief with pottery is an abundance of opportunity to learn, grow and inspire others. A deeper sense of patience and humility has been forced upon me by my art practice, which can be applied to everyday scenarios and interpersonal relationships. The conversations between me and my craft are constantly fluctuating between extremes of pride and resentment, but somewhere on that spectrum rests a sweet spot of meditation. A timeless moment where nothing exists in my world besides my hands and what I am creating. During these moments, I have the ability to listen and hear those messages that the clay is trying to communicate.
I am inherently called to be an artist, which I speculate is more so nature than nurture. However, each day that I forage the willpower to create something and let it live in the world becomes a day that I am actualizing my life’s purpose.”