My addiction to clay goes back many years and reflects the twists and turns life takes. The feel of the wet smooth clay spinning through my fingers is mesmerizing. The clay and my fingers combine to go somewhere that control and intent are challenged and maybe become art. Relaxing and intense, smooth and textured, agonizing and finally fun. A while ago I promised myself no boring pots and strive to reach that goal. Raku has become my means and inspiration. Control some ask? Well maybe I can influence the amazing transformations, and then surprise happens.