Clay’s earthiness, flexibility, and resilience draws me to it.  I love its ability to capture moments with their perfections and imperfections, as well as, its willingness to be worked and reworked, dried, vitrified, used, maybe loved, and/or cracked up.  Presently, I see my pottery as remnants of life, like driftwood on a beach, boulders on a hill, beliefs in an old spiritual practice, or relics unearthed from a primitive society.

… Jane Anderson