No more than six inches tall, these hourglass shaped vessels are an interpretation of movement and bodily change. Small and intimate, they evolved from the rotational force of being thrown on the wheel. They are the product of the relationship between myself the artist, my body and clay. When considering the names of which given to a ceramic vessel I.e. neck, shoulders, body and feet, it only feels right to compare them to that of a woman. The ability to hold a child much like a jug full of water, or the womb in which the baby is made just like the kiln firing new work. A woman body gives clay a new meaning.