I took a long walk this morning, down the road, up through the woods, and looping back through pasture. I was reminded how important the landscape is to my work. It’s a mix of the textures, the way the rolling hills meet the sky, and the patterns of specific grasses or leaves. These influences are quiet. They arise in my work as if I ingested it all and reincarnate these materials through the impulses of my hand.

“When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.”

—That’s how I feel about my pots—

—Robert Frank (Swiss American photographer; perhaps from Life Magazine, 1951)