lay stuck to my hands over 20 years ago in the wonderful studio of a master and friend, Nieves Batista, in Caracas. I worked with her for several years, learning all I could to transform the material with the help of my hands, and the thrill of the kiln. I have not been able to live with “clean” hands since then. Over and over again, I find pleasure in the texture and the energy of clay in all its stages, from liquid, to fresh, to leather hard, to fired stoneware, or porcelain. Over and over again, I have to shape it, transform it, live it. I have experienced both utilitarian and figurative ceramic, but in time, I found myself more involved with the expression of my feelings and thoughts through figure.
I Love Clay