WALL

I want to reach a point where I can't distinguish between a portrait, an eye, a bird and the figure "8", a strong black line or the recorded touch of hand on clay.  All this stuff is the product of the same thing - an internal dialogue - one's desire and waking dreams going out to meet the clay.  I want to get to the core of this matter and so I want to find simple, direct methods of working.  Methods that allow compassion and humanity to be heard over the technical virtuosity of a clever hand and a trained eye.   I want to find ways of working that respond to the only ability I have ever had, wishing the work well and silently encouraging it to "be good, be good."