I have been potting for almost 30 years. I did not know if I would be able to make
a living at it, and it has been quite an experience.

My work has changed from time to time, but I feel I have finally reached the point
where I am free to put all the ready made concepts behind me and be an artist. I
guess it just takes time to get there. Sometimes I wanted to give up being a
potter because it is difficult to make a living, but I found that living is it. I don't
have to make it.

I found my way of making pots.

I found my way of communicating beauty with clay. I no longer chase technical
excellence in order to show off, because I found that craftsmanship is more of
an internal affair.

I make things with my hands. They did not existed before, and would not come
to this world with out me.

I am not putting stress on the fact that I am the one who is making them, but
rather that a human is using his hands and associating his mind freely.

I have been searching for freedom.

In the process of creating I found that I was free from the beginning.
Making a Dancing Pot is like observing clouds changing formations. They
change shapes and depth as if a child’s mind is playing in the mud. It is fun to
see the way my unexplored creativity wells out. It is a way of making pots on
the wheel and combining the pinch pot method to alter a thrown piece.

It will have a sculptedquality within the traditional craft of pottery making.

Different levels of wavy patterns are related to each other like wind sweeping a
field of grass and a strong foreground and background are created.

One of the three legs sometime appears like an elephant trunk, and a wavy top
looks like a pair of its ears. Once you start seeing an elephant the fun starts.
You can see different elephant characters in each pot and when you see a
grouping of them you can actually imagine a heard grazingthrough a field in
Africa.
Dancing Pots are flower-arranging vases which take you away from traditional
flower arranging concepts and give you freedom to go into your wondrous
imagination.
Dancing Pots