I happened upon ceramics in my early twenties. Hitchhiking in the Mesa Verde region of Colorado (near where Pam and I now live after having lived in six other states - fate) with my friend “The Space Cowboy,” I picked up some shards of Anasazi pottery by the cliff dwellings there and illegally pocketed them. I lived with those in my pocket for many years until one day they were gone. But they still burn a hole in my pocket.
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Over the years, I have made lots of ceramic objects, including lots of “dwellings (miniature houses like the spirit houses of the ancients), boxes, functional jars, tiles, towers, sculptures of women, large standing “pages” with cryptic writing, my own urn for my cremation ashes and many other pieces.​
Now I work with micaceous clay dug out of the Jemez Mountains south of where we live. I like it. I like the fact it doesn’t behave very well and isn’t very plastic. It likes low fire, flames, smoke and ends up looking (if you’re lucky) like it was carved off the side of Shiprock Mountain nearby. It’s an old art with an old clay and an old method. It’s not for everyone. The pieces are pretty raw and the clay fits that look. I hope you like the work.