The visceral experience of building with clay is closely related to touching and feeling the fleshiness of a body. The anthropomorphic ceramic sculptures of mass and fat that I make grow coil by coil, just as an overindulgent human form would. The bloating of form creates creases, blobs, and folds that question our perceptions of beauty. We tend to mask or contort the body in awkward and peculiar ways, camouflaging its natural form and loveliness.
