Bill Lassell February 2, 1965 - January 23, 2009
There is an inherent paradox when working with so responsive a material as clay. Traces of touch - fingerprints, knuckle marks - are formed, moment by moment, with relentless fidelity. Such intimate contact of hand and clay remains far beyond the process, beyond even the life of the artist; it is a permanent record of impermanence. From both my husbands, composer Ted King and artist Bill Lassell, I have received a lasting legacy of passionate love and creative community activism. Their ideas and work help sustain me in times of deep sorrow.
