I can hardly remember a time when I did not make pottery. My hands have been in clay since I was 16 and I can't imagine a time when they will not be.    I am a functional potter and strive to make art available to and affordable for all people. Art and good craftsmanship should not be restricted to the wealthy. It may not seem like much, but cooking in and eating off handmade pottery is so much more of an enjoyable experience for me than eating off plastic or mass-produced ware. There is a connection between the user and the maker, human hand to human hand that is exciting to me and fuels my passion to create in clay.

Many things and people influence my work consciously and subconsciously. My pottery has always reflected my environment to some degree, as I feel it should. The ocean, trees, plants, wildlife, sea life, sunshine and more will surely find their way into my South Carolina work.

Some 40 years ago I jotted this in my journal and it is still true today:

Some may call it dirt. Some dismiss it-mud. No matter what you call it, clay is in my blood. Yes, clay is in my blood.