I've been drawn towards surface narratives, but...
I've found that when I have the choice between a literal surface and a nuanced surface, I tend to prefer the complexity of a controlled chaos.
Hand-crafted cups, canisters, and teapots provide an accessible supply of canvasses that can readily serve as anchors for building abstract surfaces. These are objects that a good amount of us can relate to on an intimate level.
Not bad for a lump of clay.
It's a media that lets the imagination and practiced hands sing.
How we each define our forms and surfaces marks the work each of us makes...
(Did any of that make sense?)