I have always felt an affinity with clay. My first art lesson was with a potter at the age of four. Even though I did not work with clay again until I was in college, the smell and feel of clay stayed with me. I have always felt a pull toward clay, just as I have equally felt a pull towards paint.

I have come to find that I love both equally, like two good friends that I could never choose between whom I love more.

And why would I? There is more than enough room in my artist's heart for both.

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