The first time that I worked with clay is when my great uncle took me to the Mississippi rver and he dug some river clay and he showed me how to make little birds with my hands. We dried them in the sun and left them for the river to take back. That first experience of molding an everyday available material with my own hands changed how I viewed my own abilities in relation to the natural world around me.

Later I worked easily with hand building, and then on the wheel with slipcasting, porcelain and raku, which was exciting and dazzling in its process and paved the way for me to work with glass.