I’m a high school English teacher. I’ve spent the past twenty years helping my students come to realize the importance of the stories we tell. How those stories teach us about the near and the far. How those stories teach us about others and ourselves. How we find the voice to tell our own stories. In 2006, after picking up a pound of clay on a whim, I realized I had a new story I wished to tell.
I am self-taught. I learned by doing. It’s not so much that I never had time for classes or formal training, it’s more a fierce and stubborn independence. A fear of learning to be too much like another artist and a blind trust that I would eventually figure it out guided me. A lot of clay was sacrificed.
My face jugs are all turned (or thrown) on the wheel and then meticulously faced, dried, fired to around 1900 degrees, glazed with my own homemade glazes, and then refired to around 2200 degrees. Every piece is unique. No molds.
New Milford, Connecticut, United States