During the past year, I have begun to make work primarily out of stoneware, finished with an iron bearing wash. These pots appear to be made out of raw steel, a feeling that is contradicted by the sweetness of the birds and the softness of the forms. When sitting next to a window, the light reflecting off of their surfaces makes these jars appear as if they exist in a night landscape with the light of the moon highlighting edges and curves. It makes me think of how much I like the transition from day to night, when colors become harder to identify, animals and objects become silhouettes, and beauty hides in the shadows