When I was a child my greatest excitement lay in the natural world around me. On the ranch where we lived in Northwestern Wyoming, there was a spring that contained a marvelous natural clay. From its icy cold depths, I gathered handfuls of clay in a tin bucket, took it home and began my first small sculptures in clay. In those days my mother cooked on a wood fired stove that had a large baking oven in which I fired my first small figures. I recall the excitement of seeing the color of the clay when it came out of the oven...the sculptures looked very old, like ancient artifacts. Art now held another dimension: time. I was hooked and couldn’t get enough...the future held many things.