Growing up in a quirky family, I found that a lighthearted approach to my day-to-day life was a norm. Rules and planning were laid out for us, but there was always room for flexibility. Understanding that things happen, problems arise, and we learn to work with them. I have learned to take the same approach in my artwork. Understanding that both metal and clay, whether being used together or seperate, have a limit to how far it can be pushed before it needs room for movement.
I am intrigued with the way that so many strive for perfection. Who defines it? For me, my work defines it’s own precision. Each lean, line, and mark takes on it’s own character making a whole. It is similar to a person where personality tries to mask the underlining meaning from jumping out at you. It’s perfection with a second look.
Dancing on the line between too far and just right is where I embrace the natural movement of my materials and use them to my advantage. With those movements the quirkiness starts to arise. Creating a level of understanding that laughter is still needed in the more serious, rigid, moments.