I have always been engrossed by the idea of holding the intangible or owning the abstract. What is more powerful than fire and finer than flames? Through my work, I can only try to sway the smoke of a pit fire and guide the markings of horse hair. Clay is my constant which is fixed and known. Although able to shift in form and scale, it abides by a certain set of rules. Together they dance to a tune of controlled chaos.