I remember the small things. The small things keep me engaged in the day to day. How people tell stories and relate to one another what stays in my mind. The stories a person chooses to tell define who that person is - what makes up his person. I find people and stories in the clay and the paintings I make.

I start with the process of building. I have an idea of a form in mind and I start there. Sometimes I feel extravagant with my making and I want everything: color and dimension and layers and text: a complete being to converse with. I want the eyes that I can connect to. And yet, other times I want less. I want a form. I want a form with one word. In this way, without the eyes and all the colors and dimensions, the entryway is different. The shapes take me to memories of places and stories. It isn't as defined as an animal or character of some sort. It is an undefined thought.

Recently, I have applied my process of making to several mediums. Working with clay and drawing have been constant through the years. Recently, I have experimented with printmaking, wood-working and encaustics. The prints are a look at line and movement and ultimately color. The wood is about creating a form and the encaustic is about layering.