I find comfort in the mundane but can’t help wanting to shatter the monotony of the everyday. Being a potter is my way of revolt, my philosophy that the everyday is exceptional and that we must pay attention to what we use. A quiet revolution is cooking in my kiln and in my kitchen. By surrounding ourselves with art that we use daily, our interactions promote additional dialogue and depth in our days.
Making pottery is a way of thinking. A way of working things out. Through making (reflection and use) I contemplate the fast paced lives we live and time itself, deliberate on cultural complexities, our way of sharing, learning, destroying and the role mealtime has to play in our North American food crisis. I ruminate on respect and impermanence. I think of home, nature and globalization through clay and the hand crafted vessel. Ceramics does not give me peace of mind, it is a process that fuels my mind. My functional tableware is bright and bold, edgy and comfortable. Through supple form and surface they ask the user to engage attentively, mindfully, with the actions of use.
I’m equally apt to be found sharing a beautifully cooked meal in good company and conversation as making the plates to eat off of. By making pottery I choose a way of being and slowly vessel by vessel hone my patience and ideologies. Pottery teaches us to take life slow and cherish that which we use and consume.