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In the beginning there was clay. Like my playing in clay as in the backyard mud that I conjured up and making pinch pots in grade school. When I was fifteen years old I lied about my age to get a job at the Northfield Pottery Shop where I poured slip into greenware molds and made sure that we had enough pieces for people to buy and work on. That job lasted about six months or until the massive Christmas tree mold snapped it’s bands and slip inundated the entire studio where I worked. Major slip up …

This set back did nothing to damper my enthusiasm. Throughout high school I worked in clay as I was known as the "artist" by my geek and athletic friends. Lliterally the day after I graduated I moved to Southern California and started taking ceramic classes from Larry Friedman at Fullerton College. That led to classes with Stokesbury and Rothman at California State in Fullerton, and presto, I was brainwashed into a life of clay. After college I moved to South Laguna and set up a studio in the garage of a little beach bungalow just up from A Thousand Steps beach. The year was 1976.

My first business break was getting into the Festival Of The Arts in Laguna Beach. Later I was invited to show at Vorpal Gallery (known as the Escher Gallery) which was also in Laguna at the time. The fun lasted until the economy tanked in 1981 and I had to go get a "real job" because no one was buying art when food on the table was a little more important. 

That led to my working in the photo industry for thirty five years. Many hats ... from managing the best pro shops in SoCal, to being a manufacturer rep, to being a distributor in the USA. A long 37 year hiatus from clay. But I’ve done what I can in the photo industry, so I am returning to my roots, and again playing in clay. 

Originally from Seattle ... and residing there once again ... after side trips to Los Angeles, Chicago, South Laguna, and Kansas City. 


success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm
— Winston Churchill
a long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. it misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
— Lisa Kleypas
paint what you like and die happy.
— Henry Miller
if you don’t know where you are going any road will get you there.
— Cheshire Cat
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