I found a black walnut one day. Actually, I found half of one. The nut had split open, perfectly in half, exposing a heart-shaped depression with two openings leading to the inner chambers. I carried that nut around with me for a year, not quite knowing exactly why. So, in order to find out what I found so intriguing about it, I began to draw it and paint it, and eventually dissect it. The process of beginning to identify the complexities of its interior forms and attempt to recreate them in porcelain has led me into an exploration of form, scale, and placement.