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My relationship with clay is one of deep infatuation if not surrendered
love. The seduction in 1997 has grown into an affair that has married
my painting and sculpture with the flirtatious and fickle qualities of
clay. In fact those are the very dysfunctional qualities I adore about
clay
not its craftiness or its ability to fool one into believing
it is something else but its precariousness in the working and its manifest
surprises in the product. Clay teaches us lessens about our own fabricated
existence; reminds us that control is not always possible or even always
beautiful and its sense of adventure is always renewing.
Combined with other earth elements such as metal, clay becomes philosophical.
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