"The land knows you, even when you are lost" -- Robin Wall Kimmerer
Six years ago, leaving behind a fine-art photography practice and an art-teaching position, I moved to Petaluma from Chicago. Dropped in an unfamiliar landscape, stay-at-home-parenting two small children, and unmoored from my art-making, clay offered a place to tether myself.
This material, that is from the earth, helped me to connect with my new topography. Making functional tableware creates an immediate way for me to relate to the immense bounty offered by the hills of Sonoma County (Coast Miwok land) –– a call and response to the soil, farmers, animals, and laborers who provide so much.
In aesthetic, and equally inspirational ways, the Pacific Coast serves as an important touchstone in my practice. The ocean-smoothed forms I discover along her shores are incorporated in my studio as materials in both the making process and finished belongings. Striated rock, pocket stones, and driftwood are points-of-departure for glaze colors, used as handles for jars, mimicked as forms, and practically employed as tools to make marks or weights to hold down drying clay.
This generous material has allowed me to create a practice that fits inside the fragmented and unpredictable snippets of clock-time and mental space afforded mothers of young children. It allows me to drop into the small repetitive tasks of rolling clay, sanding wares, or cleaning tools and invites me to fill more expansive space with longer wheel-throwing sessions.
I am grateful that clay, and this land, found me.