I fall in love with my work. I can become blissfully engaged with my process. The idea that a lump of clay can turn into a thing of beauty, that it can materialize and inform my ideas and longings - it takes my breath away.
I want people to have an emotional response to my work - perhaps different from my own - but I care that my work evokes feelings from the heart.
I like it when the clay seems to make itself...it's lovely and magical.
Working in clay makes me humble.