I have been working with clay since I was a little kid. I do not even remember the first time I touched it.
I feel indebted to the great public-school art instructors who first introduced me to clay, the wheel, glazing,
wedging, reclaiming clay, all of it. After college and university, I started working as an International Architect.
Its impact was a long dry period away from clay as arts.
Just before I got married, I quit my busy job and relocated to Dubai to become a stay-at-home-mom.
I there discovered a pottery studio close to my place and it was then that I resurfaced and got my balance
on clay clay-earth again. I am so very grateful to pottery as it has opened a world of fabulous people, artists,
and dear friends for me.
Pottery is always there for me, like a true friend. It has been my confidant, therapist, comforter, instigator, and
challenger. It has given me a unique way to discover, express and define myself. It has provided me with
something beautiful to share with others. But honestly and most of all, I just love the way it often – no – most
times, has the upper hand until it reveals the final surprise.