Out of murky water
I’m Montana, a teacher and a mother. I sit down at the clay in the evenings, or on an afternoon when I have a few hours to myself. It gets quiet there, almost meditative. Nobody grades anything, and I see what I’m making from the first touch to the very end.
My days between the classroom and my family shape my work. No two days are the same, and no two pieces are either.
Rough Bloom began in 2015 on a trip through South America, long before any clay had touched my hands. On that trip I got to know myself all over again. I never forgot the coral and pink flowers in the beach villages of Ecuador. And the image of the lotus was always with me: something bright growing out of dark ground.
Since a hand-building course in Ljubljana, I’ve worked with the slab technique. What comes out of the kiln is never entirely predictable. That’s the part I like.