In my practice, I am investigating simple things, seeing how much I can find in subtlety. Even the simplest thing can hold within itself much complexity; even the simplest thing holds within itself a wealth of possible contemplation. Line, pattern, movement, and materials have been my vehicles for thought. A line is most simply a straight path from one point to another, but it also has the capacity for immense complexity. Patterns are a gradual build of complication. Movement has the same dichotomy in it: the movements of my arm, wrist, and hand have the capacity to create a single line or a complex gesture with the intricate turning of wrist and interplay of fingers. Materials, particularly clay, have simple limits that I can learn, but also can move drastically through space, fight against gravity in impossible ways, and react unexpectedly. As I find points of contemplation in my process, I wish others to relate similarly. My work is not meant to be loud or intrusive. It should be a mild, contemplative moment, an interesting surface to run your hands across or a line to follow with your eyes.