I make my own brass ribs to explore different curvature profiles. My forms are weighted at the bottom, middle, or top; each piece finding a way to hold its center.
I have found and become obsessed with the ageless black and white patterning of naked raku. I find the effect graphic and arrestingly beautiful: inky fractured drama embedded in the clay. This atmospheric firing is a collaborative dance with chance; I can control many aspects of the firing process, but never know what the end result will be.
Each piece is one of a kind.