My creative process results from an interplay between form and function. I like to explore form, to create pots with strong shapes, with the underlying guiding factor being, achievement of good functionality. The rich earthy hues strongly appeal to the artist in me, which in turn dictate the choice of my clay and glazes.
As I mature as a potter I find myself being drawn to the Japanese aesthetic of “Wabi Sabi”. Loosely translated, it means beauty in imperfection. Consequently, the surfaces of my pots have slowly transitioned from intricately carved to being rustic, earthy and organic. I hope my pots echo the silent austere beauty and simplicity of the natural world and infuse the user with a feeling of meditative peace.
Colors and textures of rocks, tree bark, algae are some of the things that inspire me and I am constantly experimenting with slips, glazes, colorants and inclusions to recreate that look. The desire to emulate the rustic surface of wood fired ceramics within the constraints of an oxidation kiln continues to guide me on my evolutionary journey as a potter.
I was born and raised in New Delhi, India where I spent the first 22 years of my life. In 1996 I graduated from Delhi University with a BA in Psychology. My first encounter with clay makes for a rather funny anecdote. It happened on the streets of New Delhi, when, fascinated by a potter throwing on his wheel, I decided to give it a shot. I went to this roadside potter and told him I wanted to try my hands at clay. Amused by my desire, for it is not everyday people walk up to him, requesting to learn his craft, the potter delegated his nine-year-old son to indulge me. We sat by the busy street and the little boy centered a lump of clay on the wheel for me to play with. Needless to say, I couldn’t make anything that day but the joy of wet clay slipping through my fingers was so enthralling, it took me into a different realm. I was oblivious to the crowd that gathered around us to watch a well-dressed young girl, sitting by the roadside, getting hopelessly muddy under the direction of a little boy. I knew that day, I had found my calling. The seed that was sown in India on that warm spring day achieved maturity in the US when I moved to join my husband in Atlanta, Georgia. There, I got the opportunity to learn pottery at the Callanwolde Fine arts center. Under the direction of Glenn Dair, I became completely immersed in the joy of making pots and spent the next five years learning the subtleties of throwing on the wheel. In 2003 my husband’s job change brought us to Round Rock TX, where I established my home studio, my own little sanctuary, where I have been playing ever since.