God is the Potter, I am the clay. I was once a shattered pot, broken hearted from the breakup of my marriage. My old life in Cleveland ended after divorce, and so I moved closer to family in 2008.   

I found solace when I grabbed fine porcelain clay and etched my emotions into my vessels.  Beauty encompassed my art while healing began in my heart.  I throw and I shape each art piece carefully upon the pottery wheel, before I delicately sculpt my new life heart into original designs.