So much to say and where to start. I guess I’ll start at the beginning. It all began with my grandmother. She taught me needle art. Art was everywhere, but just a part of life. I drew in charcoal. My father painted, my mother drew in pencils.
I loved needlework. I embroidered and cross stitched. I made Christmas presents for everyone. I made my own cross stitch patterns. I’m sure that everyone was tired of my craftiness. My sister has one of the few remaining originals. I made it for her wedding. It has a Pegasus on it since she always loved those winged horses. What I loved most about needle work, was the pattern and design forming out of nothing off the white canvas. You start with something white and slowly the design emerges from the void.
Tole painting was the start of my major focus on art and crafts. I loved to paint on wood. I actually owned a band saw and cut my own pieces. You can never find exactly what you want at a craft store.
When I moved to southern
, I went to a clay day at my
cousin’s studio. I had no idea what that was; I went to connect with my family
in a strange new place. Who knew that it would be the discovery of my artist
self? I found my medium. I loved it! I took classes. I made my own designs. I
loved to see the figures come out of the clay. Once again, I have found a
medium that allows me to create something from out of the void. This time I
create in three dimensions. California
I’m pulled to the human form. My soul is called to help others. I helped form a volunteer program of doulas for the
. It was
important to me that low income women could receive assistance during the birth
of their children. Everyone deserves to have a helping hand to gain confidence
in their abilities. Sutter Davis
Times change and stay the same. I still connect with the power of birth and mysteries of a woman’s soul. As an artist, I sculpt this power into clay. The human form of a woman speaks to me. A woman has the most powerful muscle found in the human body yet it is surrounded by softness and curves. The power is hidden from sight. The strength must be felt underneath the softness.
I love the flow of muscle and skin. Clay is a fluid medium that flows and solidifies into strength.