All my life I have collected rocks and pebbles. I learned that both my mother and my grandmother saved cool rocks and stones. Everywhere I traveled I carried this weighty objects with me. I also collected shells and fossils once, sand from Mexico.
And now I work with clay. It’s wasn’t hard to learn my way of expressing myself in this medium. I love words. Words I collect, also, but they weigh nothing, and so are easier to haul around over the years.
My first love was writing. I think clay seduced my by the ease with which I found my voice in it. But there are things I want to say that are not easily articulated in mud.