I tell stories. Anything from falling in love to reality T.V. to the horrors of war...if I stumble upon it and it matters, I just might turn it into a piece.
I was raised on J.C. Penney, Sears, and just two channels on television. My street was named Sunny Lane. My sister was first runner up Miss Lakeside and I was not. I taught middle school art and learned more from my pre-teen students than I’ve learned anywhere else. I married someone I admired. I buried a baby son as I carried another inside of me. Both my parents are gone, yet they let me keep the best of them with me and I use it every single day.
My material of choice is clay. Clay takes form, records impression, and accepts color with ease. Expressively, clay is fragile, as is my subject matter.
-Johanna Hansen