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 in the clay.
My mothers jewelry, drawings my brother sent me as a child, drawing made by my youngest grandson…. have all become molded applications.
The stars are a reference to all my grandsons.
My fascination with the ocean become seashells, fish and coral.
The creatures represent my fears.
The tags with words and phrases are the thoughts 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.