I took a couple of pottery classes in college and fell in love with making pots. Though I decided to major and work in the field of social work, I never stopped playing with the clay. Creative endeavors took the back burner until a few years ago when I realized I needed to follow my heart and do what I love most. I have increasingly spent more time making pots and other art, such as sculpture and mobiles. Over the years, I have taken classes at Access Arts where I learned to use the wheel but had to give that up when I developed problems with my left arm. For the last couple of years, I’ve applied only hand-building techniques, which has actually suited me well. One of those blessings in disguise.
Shortly after my husband and I moved into our house in June of 2010, we built a workshop with a kiln room (well, my husband did the building and consulted with me about a few things). I am now able to do all aspects of ceramics from start to finish in my own space with my own kiln – a dream come true!
Another step I took a couple of years ago was to be a part of Artlandish Gallery where one of my sisters and I have a booth. (My sister does watercolor with pen and ink drawings.) It has been a great experience sharing space and volunteering time there with other artists. It was also the beginning of a change in the way I think about myself – I could sometimes call myself an artist. The other day, it dawned on me that of course I am an artist. I may not create work that’s as good as a lot of artwork, and I may not make (near) as much money as a lot of artists, but I am enjoying creating art – and sharing my work with others. That to me, in a nutshell, is what it’s all about.