How it began
My relationship with clay began long before I called myself a potter. As a child, I spent hours playing with clay along the banks of the Chilcotin rivers. An early curiosity that, looking back, feels like the quiet beginning of everything that followed. I was, and am to this day, a Maker.
Through line
Pottery has moved in and out of my life over the years, the way meaningful things sometimes do. During a quieter chapter, I stepped away and tried my hand at jewelry making and it was in that time away that I understood clearly how much I missed working with clay. I came back to it with more intention than ever and haven't looked back since.
I love the process of pottery. The tactile nature of the work, the quiet focus it asks for, and the way it can surprise and challenge me even after years of practice. That's what makes it feel worth returning to, again and again.
Style & influences
My style has developed slowly, and mostly by instinct rather than by plan. I'm drawn to work that is textured, functional, and considered. Pieces that are as useful as they are beautiful. Most of what I make is slab built nowadays. On occasion a piece is soda or wood-fired, taking on the unique and unexpected texture and depth that only that process can give it.
Right now
Right now I'm continuing to explore texture and surface in my work, and find new inspiration from seasonal colours of the North Thompson area in which I live. My hope is that when someone picks up a piece of mine, they think: this is something made slowly, thoughtfully, and feels good in my hands.