#9 winter solstice 2012

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As a potter I try to establish relationships through objects. These objects carry meaning, history, observations, and feeling. When someone buys a piece and takes it home I feel like they are saying, "Yes I get it; I understand the language that you speak. I get the story you tell, hear song you sing."
When friends ask if it's hard to let go of work I tell them no--it means I am communicating and now I have the opportunity to create new things. As I  make pots I focus on trying to tell each story more clearly. Making and telling my story is what I live for.

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"A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals.  He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering.  Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing.  We are lonesome animals.  We spend all our lives trying to be less lonesome.  And one of our ancient methods is to tell a story, begging the listener to say, and to feel, 'Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought.' To finish is sadness to a writer, a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done."
--John Steinbeck


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