I have never thought of myself as a story teller. However, recently I realized my history is expressed through my hands. My father was a woodworker, I use his tools to make impressions. My mothers jewelry, the drawings my brother sent me as a child,
years later the drawing made by my youngest grandson have all become molded applications.
The stars are a reference to family. My fascination with the ocean become seashells, fish and coral. The creatures represent my fears. The tags are the words I do not say out loud. The warriors armor is a reference to the way I shield myself from the insensitivity of others. All small parts of my life, all with some meaning to me……..….and so I tell my story in clay.