Brought to you by the thoughts in my head and emotions in my heart. My thoughts, My ideas, My beliefs, My life, My stuff. I mean the small stuff. Your officemate always remembers that you take two creams and no sugar in your coffee? Perhap.

How our contemporary social landscape is shaped is the focus of my work. Our shared use of prevalent systems of representation, an ever evolving part of the social dynamic, works as well to fix and limit our perceptions of one another. My re-arrangements of these forms question their function and authority as a means to elicit or suggest their inherent agency.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011. The squared then faceted mugs were my favorite. It will take me a while to work up my nerve to cut into the rim of a perfectly good plate and risk loosing it. Lots of hand built handles. Thrown, streched and altered. Slab built with a block of wood hump mold. Lastly, The simplest way to make feet for the bottom of pots. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Looking in from my garage door.

I think we should license and insure all guns and shooters. We license all kinds of things. It would give us more tools to manage the atrocities.