I’m not in my happy place if there isn’t a sculpture project in play. It usually starts in the shower with a collection of ideas, I stew on these for weeks or months before I touch a ball of clay usually incorporating some found objects. I then ponder, fiddle and run past the husband, back and forth for weeks until it feels like an object in my head. But not until the first cast pops out of the mould as one solid piece do I really know what it will look like.