For as long as I can remember I’ve been a maker/creator. As a child I liked to invent and fashion things, concocting peanut butter pancakes when I was 7 years old, constructing wooden mobiles for my grandmothers at 9, knitting scarves at age 11, or designing and building a woodshed for my folks at 16. Pottery just attached itself to me during my high school years. I was intrigued by the idea that in conjunction with this spinning wheel, my hand was the tool that allowed the clay to form and become symmetrical or askew, depending both on my skill and my whim. It was such a kinesthetic process, as opposed to the academics I was so miserably trying to master at the time. It became both a compulsion and a solace.
Born and raised around Boston, Massachusetts, I currently live in North Yarmouth, Maine. I began making pottery while at prep school in the early 1970s. After graduation came the 70s—my interest waned, the opportunities dried up, and life sort of took over. But I fostered a quiet longing for this creative outlet for 30 years until 2001 when the passion was reignited. I began attending pottery classes at various art centers in the Philadelphia area and later enrolled in the University of the Arts in Center City, Philadelphia. While at U Arts, during studio class critiques, my youthful classmates began to refer to my varied creations as Nedware. There and then the name Nedware Pottery was born. In 2005 I graduated with a bachelor of fine arts, specializing in ceramics. Since then I’ve been creating pottery in Philadelphia, PA and now outside of Portland, Maine, where I have a small studio next to my home. Living in rural Maine again spurs so much creativity and “juice” to craft things I can hardly stand it! There’s not enough time in a day.
The first Motley to arrive in the United States came to Portland, Maine back in the late 1600s. Since I was five I have come for summer vacations. My grandmother had a camp on a pond in the Rangeley Lakes region. As a young girl, my other grandmother used to stay at a hotel in Bar Harbor over the summer. My parents built a vacation home on the water in Phippsburg in the late 1950s. I’ve come skiing, gone sailing, hiked, canoed, fished, and just plain explored many corners of this beautiful state. I lived and worked in the Belfast area of Maine between 1986 and 1999 before moving away. All I wanted after I left was to return. Maine has and does inspire me on many different levels. I love the sea and the woods and all that is a part of these great eco-systems. Even the sun, the sky, and the air seem more beautiful when I’m here. So it would be ridiculous to think that my work wasn’t both encouraged and influenced by my presence in Maine and my love of all her assets.