Page 19 - Autumn Brilliance Magazine 2020

As a child, I was always drawing. I think that my parents believed it would be a phase, but they were so supportive, always buying me cute art supplies. I would draw anything and everything, and I eventually combined that love of magical stories into a lot of painted folk art, particularly on old wood pieces. I stumbled into ceramics as a kind of therapy after a car accident. It LITERALLY was sort of the only happiness I had at the time, because the accident had basically rendered me completely inactive. I used to be a dancer, and a very active personality prior to that. So there was something about digging into clay and coming up with a thing of beauty out of something as bland as mud (which is what clay is, of course). I then discovered there was sort of a life lesson in that: Making something pretty out of something that appears to be ugly on the surface.