I have dabbled in a lot of artistic mediums over the years, and am primarily known for my acrylic paintings. If I had to choose another medium, I’d go with pottery. I’ve barely dipped my toes into ceramics, but I can already imagine what I would like to create, if I am ever able to spend time working at it.

Clay appeals to me because it is both beautiful and functional. It is made from the earth and dates back to ancient times.

When I make a pot, I can draw on the wet clay, and my drawing could be preserved for thousands of years. Hundreds of thousands of years.

My art could outlast the Human race, and maybe be found by alien archaeologists trying to figure out how we managed to destroy our planet.

They might marvel at my restraint in not smoothing out every surface. They might see my fingerprints in the clay and thus connect with the ancient earthling that I would then be.

They might envision the earth I depicted, where fish swam in the treetops.

They might wonder about me, as I am now wondering about them, and we will have made a connection.