Artist Statement

To touch clay is to remember that matter breathes — that every act of making is the world remaking itself through us. In the slow exchange of breath and motion, sensation gathers attention into the present. 

Swelling, collapsing, merging — an internal landscape that never settles long enough to become fixed. Through the deep tissue of earth, guttural movement stratifies toward Eutierria. 

Stalactites growing drop by drop. Coral reefs built through countless small gestures. Hoodoos and pinnacles standing because erosion has not finished with them yet. Inside the body, the same logic appears: organs folding, lungs opening and closing, brain matter pulsing in soft architecture. Nothing here survives without surrendering shape. Nothing holds without yielding. 

Porcelain responds to a breath-focused, intuitive dance that listens more than it directs. It remembers. It keeps time. Coils stack like vertebrae. Cavities hold air. Openings become passages. Repetition does not erase instability; it reorganizes it. Rhythm becomes a way to remain. Structure becomes a way to breathe. 

Held in suspension — between internal and external, control and surrender, coherence and collapse — forms gather into a landscape. External skinsfor an internal environment. A place to enter slowly. A place where sensation leads, where light moves through porous matter, where the body recognizes itself in the quiet intelligence of things still becoming.