I turn vessels from blocks of wood as a process of discovery. I put the blank on the lathe, put a tool to it, and allow myself to be drawn into a relationship with the object as it appears.
With all the best of my creative experiences, time disappears and life from a different level of consciousness comes alive and becomes vital. My creative spirit becomes completely engaged with the object and the gouges are manipulated as if my conscious mind were not even present.
When I start a vessel, I rarely have a plan. The wood and my spirit dictate the process and the product. As often as not I’m surprised at the result, and sometimes even “mistakes” turn out to be blessings, leading me down a new and unpreconceived esthetic path.
When the vessel is complete, it feels like a receptacle for the most precious, elemental, and vulnerable part of who I am. I often line the inside of a vessel, even (or perhaps especially) funerary urns, with precious metal, either gold or silver, as a celebration of the human spirit.