I want to be dropped off on the side of a road. I could wander into someone else’s yard (or a stranger’s garden). I would not know where I am. I would not care because I know it would take me somewhere. I was born in a polaroid with lines around the edge. If you touch it with water the colors would run, blurring the focus. The experience was wild enough to shape a heart, so quiet and so strong. It made me strong, it made me someone. I will never know it all but all I do want to know is how yellow and blue make green.
BFA Ceramic Arts 1977 University of Colorado, Boulder