From 1988 (yes, I know I am dating myself), a slab built bisque fired pot with slip decoration, completed during my undergraduate studies at Michigan State University. At the time I made this, I was seeking my voice. Little did I know that I was always a painter - now it seems so incredibly obvious! I approached everything, even photography, this way. Trying to capture a trace of the object upon the surface of whatever I was working with. Building a dimensional space inside the confines of mark making. At the time I created this pot (which, unfortunately, exploded during the bisque firing and never received a final glaze - you can see my feeble attempts at gluing it back together on the bottom edge), I knew I saw and experienced things differently that others, but didn't fully understand what that meant. Today I had the distinct privilege of returning to my alma mater and telling the BFA and MFA candidates as much. I did a number of studio visits and ...