My interest in clay began with a small tortoise I made as a child. It had seven legs. It was wonderful. Fifteen years later I made a wobbly vase. It made my mother laugh. I painted some brightly coloured plates; the obsession had begun.

 After twenty years of moulding, rolling, pinching and painting clay, I discovered the fascination of painting and a new passion was born.

I'm a great day dreamer. Some ideas go down on paper, some get transferrerd to pottery or canvas. I'm at my happiest when i'm busy making something.