My clay reminds me always of the slow melding of fire and earth. The paint swims as a fluid through the air, twisting and writhing in motion. Earth and fire, water and air. The primitive kiln, the modern chemical cocktail of paint. I use clay as a mixing spot, a melting pot. The clay that remains unmoving, and the paint that cannot stay still.
I work with a variety of clay bodies, sometimes mixed. This clay is fired in the most traditional way – an open-top pit fire with plenty of wood.