My Grandma Rose used to say "everything come from the earth.” I used to attempt to outsmart her by trying to come up with ideas of things for which her beloved phrase might not be true. "What about glue?" I once said. "Glue comes from the bones of cows (I was horrified), cows eat grass, grass comes from the earth," Grandma would reply. She could apply this logic to any material known to mankind. Regardless of the veracity of her statement, I have embraced this concept in my work. By using clay, which is undoubtedly from the earth, I construct figures, faces, and imagery relating to both organic forms of nature and the geometry of humankind. Clay is such a malleable medium. You can alter it as you go. It is forgiving, it can be built upon, you can use its dust and pieces as tools in the process. Often times, my pieces are undergoing their own transformations and other times they are simply representing a moment in time.