Clay is liquid on the way to being solid, in motion, following my impulse until it comes to rest. It is a slow motion, dance between my hands and the form. I can, set the molecules in motion, with consistant attention and force,  creating structure, losing structure, compression and expansion to the point of breaking. Then, saved off the brink of chaos, with the help of gravity, the piece takes a natural form. It is my size, it is a record of time.