Kyla Culbertson

Countless hours spent walking through nature was the only way I knew how
to occupy my solitary time, before I discovered clay as an outlet. Each earthy-
colored coil I overlap and press into the last holds a reminiscence of my
footsteps. I cherish every small coil and leave every pinch mark simply to
satisfy the need to create a rhythmic, forward motion. Clay has a memory that
records the successive layers from my fingerprints and captures an intimacy
found in each layer. I anticipate the dynamic flow of the pieces while
permitting the process to generate its own intentions. The final wandering
forms correlate to my undetermined walking journey. The repetitive coils lead
me to a pensive state of mind. I patiently embrace the pace of nature as it
unfolds in quiet, meditative hours in the studio.