When I make art I find in it a way I can connect internally with myself and the world around me. When I am no longer alive and the memories of me fade there will still be my voice left behind. When I use my body in a forceful yet delicate way I find myself in a middle ground that is peaceful and tense, keeping me interested. I love the push and pull that clay has given me in my work. I enjoy the constant learning to not let expectations control my emotions and the outcome of my work. Art is a way I can explore my own world of memories while still connected to the present, lost daydreaming about the future.