I mark my days not only by the number sober, but by the pots that I make. As part of my daily practice I make a pot, usually a humble pinch pot, as a meditation, offering, and marker. There is a pull to make with my hands, to create, to feel more human, more vital, more alive. I am a maker of ceramic objects. Ceramic objects take on a life of their own, imbued with memories, impressions, and emotions of the people who use them.
I feel tied to the traditions of folk pottery practices. Growing up in the Midwest, I was blessed with being raised in an area with a strong history of the craft disciplines. My awareness of the traditions and rich history of my surroundings have carried into my studio practice and I strive to emulate and honor this history through my own approach to making. The lessons that I have learned from this past include learning to see and celebrate the individuality of each piece while also celebrating the workmanship involved with the creation of many pots. I make not only to mark time, but to celebrate the rhythms of the folk pottery tradition.
My work deals with incarceration, recovery, and the marking of time. I am a recovering addict. My work is a reflection on my life and lives of people around me. My work is call to consider the consequences, a call to reflect on the unfulfilled potential of lives emotionally and physically incarcerated. It is a call to action, where being human means exploring our own ideas of deterrence, incapacitation, rehabilitation, retribution, and restitution.