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It seems that I have always been a sculptor. For many years I "sculpted" wood, but a hand injury forced me to find a less punishing medium. I found, and fell in love with, clay. Woodcarving by necessity requires a disciplined process with the end product fully foreseen. But clay lets me pretend that I am in charge, and then laughs with me when I arrive at my destination holding a sculpture that I never consciously planned. As a clay sculptor, I find my hands frequently shaping female figures and faces, often in association with tree forms and animals. This triad of plant, animal, and human constitutes a sort of narrative shorthand that addresses cross-cultural issues of growth and decay. With these forms as symbols, I attempt to express my concern for our planet and my hope and fear for its inhabitants.