As a little girl my imaginary bunny-buddy and I spent long hours digging in the dirt, observing the lives of ants and pondering root crops.

My life has not changed so much.

As an adult I spend hours with my face close to the earth, watching bees feast on fallen-rotting fruit or inspecting a shovel-full of dirt revealing a sprouting seed from decaying vegetation.

Below the surface along with moles and voles and thousands of microscopic life forms, there are artifacts (plastic bits & bottle caps) from our careless lives.

Dig deeper and you find remnants from ancient communities who perhaps knew a little something about this precious earth.

And there is clay – primeval, magical, and versatile.

How bunny & I went from ants to the arts is more than a typo. My life as a potter is the result of support from parents & teachers, an experience as a student teacher at Missouri School for the Blind, a series of encounters with British Potters who quietly challenged the Industrial Revolution, and of course kismet.

I use earthenware clay to make functional & non-functional pieces that honor the ordinary and the sacred; that tell a story through a simple arrangement or still-life.

The work is layered with slips, stains, and glaze through multiple firings and incorporates imagery that reflects on cycles of life.