My love of clay goes back to first grade and my first clay project, a sombrero ashtray.  What I remember most is the smell of the damp clay and the tactile pleasure of wetting the piece to keep the clay soft while I worked.  I loved the feel of it - the slippery surface contrasting with the solidity of the underlying form.  As I wrapped the piece with a damp cloth and then plastic to put it away, I wondered how I could wait an indeterminable week to work on it again.  The finished piece was a shiny glazed wonder to me.  Over the many years that it resided on the breakfast room shelf, I delighted in handling it and feeling its bulges and concavities.

In my three-dimensional art class in high school, I learned various hand building techniques such as pinch pot forming and slab coil building.  I loved the technical challenges and still have my notes from that class.  A pair of slab-built mugs I made that year is still displayed at my parents home.  To me, they remain handsome in terms of proportion, surface texture and glaze color.

In college, my interest moved from making round objects to making nonfunctional pieces such as sealed box shapes.  I mounted some of these six-sided boxes on the wall, with design elements on their faces only.  Eventually, I eliminated the five plain sides, leaving a flat piece of clay on the wall.  Some of the pieces had irregular edges; others were geometric.

The work I've been doing for the past several years evolved from these earlier wall sculptures.  I arrange parrallelogram-shaped tiles into architectural compositions that have a trompe l'oeil illusion of three dimensional form.