Growing up in Switzerland, I had my hands in clay from the time I was 12 years old. A neighbor had a kiln where she fired my small creations. Throughout my life, even while raising a family and working various jobs, I've always managed to have my hands in clay. My work is mostly stoneware, wheel thrown, some slab. I love to decorate with the brush, mostly in blue tones like the sky and beautiful Lake Michigan.
When the Potters' Guild was founded in 1969, I became a charter member. For me, one of the most enjoyable aspects of the Guild has been our contact with the community: people love to live with our pots in everyday life - what else could a potter wish for?