My creative mind is like a fertile garden, growing and fruiting in umpteen different directions as I continue to explore new mediums and fresh ways of seeing things.

After two decades of working in clay, several life detours offered up new artistic opportunities and inspirations. One detour was a nasty bout of breast cancer that changed so much more than my body. During my cancer experience, I wrote, illustrated and self-published a graphic novel titled Mammary Lane, A Sketchbook of Breast Cancer Survival (drawings and excerpts from the book can be found in the Galleries section of this website.)

The next detour came when my husband, dogs and I made a big move from the Georgia coast to an enchanted piece of land in the state’s upper piedmont. I took yet another detour and switched from primarily hand built clay work to large concrete sculptures, sculptural and functional felt, painting and collage.

As an environmental act and to assuage my guilt and complicity, I have begun incorporating our household non-recyclable, plastic items (lids, old toothbrushes, wrappers and random, single use packaging) into the innards of many of the concrete sculptures – thus allowing my non-recyclable trash to stay in situ on the farm rather than adding it to local landfills and the worldwide gyre of plastic.

It is my fervent hope that one day I won’t have enough plastic to build sculptures around. Until then, I am owning my own trash and exploring ways to re-purpose it into art.

My creative roots grow from a long and eclectic line of southern artists – five generations and counting.