Story Tellers

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.
All small parts of my life, all with some meaning to me….and so I tell my story in clay.

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