Early Work
I needed to use my body. Back then, when ideas were coming out my ears, I lacked the skills of a craftsman and had the habit of rejecting help. I was a vivid dreamer who had just survived the Vietnam war. In art school, I caught people’s attention because unbeknownst to me, Dad had taught me the language of parts, how to plan and build. Harold was a thinker and thanks to that, I could execute complex unsellable sculpture. Later becoming practical I concentrated on expressing local beauty. Dad loved the challenge of problem solving my kilns. I thank him for the boost, because I am a lousy technician. There at the end of clay work, you can see me trying to show more emotion and being frustrated with ceramics so we sold that studio.
Bored Holder
I was dad’s board holder
Never making the cut
Myself alone, never
Quite measuring up
But always with big
Ideas of what to make
What to imagine, what
to feel & remember
Pick
Being picked was a
Big deal with 7 kids
I was the oldest helper
Available & designated
Arbiter of beauty, so
Flowers were my job
I was a vivid dreamer who had just survived the Vietnam war.