remember a time in my life that didnít involve
creating art. There seemed to always be an art project
in process in the middle of the dining room table. Mom
and Dad would push it aside to make room for our plates
at dinner time. My parents encouraged creativity,
enrolling my sister and me in private art classes,
outside of the ones offered at the public school we
attended. I loved it.
My art evolved
to explore the relationships between the animals on my
Leelanau County farm and us, their human caretakers.
I love working
in clay. I love being in the barn. I watch my animals,
the way they interact, how I interact with them. What I
observe consciously and unconsciously eventually
embodies the clay one way or another.
I hope that,
like me, you think my sculptures strike a beautiful
balance between fantasy and realism. Between strength
and vulnerability between heaven and earth.