I grew up in an old stone farmhouse and from an early age found beauty in simple articulations of material. A loosely laid stone wall, a sketch done with a finger in damp sand, the haphazard stability of a quickly erected structure. As a potter, I work with simple materials and methods in a constant attempt to channel this same beauty. I think of my pots as drawings – each piece a passing attempt to realize a form in my head. My memory of these forms is a living thing and as it changes and distorts, so does my work. The pots are articulated by the flowing lines, jagged marks and gentle indentations left by my hands. All work is shown and no blemish is hidden.