I belong to the tradition of vessel makers. I work in clay, on the wheel, forming containers for flowers, food, air. Clay is the skin to contain a volume, the line to draw a profile. I think of long tall vessels as forms that stand as a person, defining and incorporating space. I feel a kinship with Chinese ceramics and like to sketch vases to understand the success of their curves, the space they envelop and the space they exclude. If think of platters as canvas for color and, with their concave shape, as holders of volumes beyond themselves as the line they begin to define is completed in the mind. I think of glazing as painting, as landscape, seascape, night sky. I layer and juxtapose color and texture, incorporating the breaking-up effects of glaze on glaze, working with or against the geometry of wheel thrown pieces. I fire to cone 10 reduction. There are the surprises in the final piece – subtleties of proportion, stance, interaction of color and object, serendipitous melding of glaze, oxide and flame pattern. And always there is the tradition of the gifts of the kiln.