Realizing this shortcoming in my third year as a Graphic Design student at Pratt Institute, New York, I switched to Art Education. This required I take one more semester than the standard eight, and to fill in some empty time and space, I took a ceramics course. I immediately realized I had just wasted four precious years in two dimensional art. I had found my true love in the feel of clay under my hands, sculpting and molding it into something I could not only see, but touch, and even use. I think I found the usefulness most intriguing.
Life interjected itself in the form of a family and three children on Martha's Vineyard. My passion for my kids outweighed that of clay, and for the next 20 years I molded minds and bodies instead.
Now I'm back. Oh boy.
