After graduating from college with a Bachelor’s Degree in sculpture, my life took a drastic turn when I decided to put my artistic life on hold and attend medical school. For the past twenty years I have been immersed in the learning and practice of medicine, but throughout all of the training and long days, the urge to create waited patiently. When I picked up a piece of clay a year ago, I had no idea what direction it would take me. But I’ve started each piece the same way, allowing the clay to take its own shape. I think of the animals as emerging, revealing themselves slowly as I work. I’m not aware of a deep meaning, or an urge to voice an inner emotion that drives my work. But I do know that as an inpatient Psychiatrist, I believe in the beauty and the undercurrents that run through nature that we often isolate ourselves from… or forget about altogether. I think there is healing in the animals and the quiet places that still exist in the world. But most of all, I believe there is always hope. And for me, the act of creating, simply making art for art’s sake, is a very hopeful thing indeed.