After making eight in this series, I think I'm done. (two are awaiting firing and not pictured here) For most of the past few months, it was impossible for me to do anything else and now my mind has moved on. I think it was part of exploring my roots in the Sacramento River Delta. I was writing down family history during this same period of time. Now, every time I touch one of these pieces, I am reminded of foggy days and the tall silent trees of my childhood.
I want to include you in my process. The ideas start as a glimmer at the back of my brain that eventually become drawings in my sketchbook. Between the drawings and the finished stage of the work a lot of magic happens that I can never fully explain.