As one of Sandy Brown's earliest gallerists I have had the pleasure and privilege to closely watch her emergence from promising,
yet tentative beginnings into an artist of singular originality and power. She started her career with ceramic clay, thrown on the wheel,
glazed and fired so that the forms she took out from the kiln shone with the brillaint hues of landscapes in spring or of tropical flowers.
From the very beginning her pots conveyed some idea of the pointed energy of their maker, her love of life, her distinct sense of independence,
her will to explore her own as well as the potentials of her materials.
Today we admire a consummate artist who has equal command of making pots, of painting and sculpting, whose works are expressions and monuments
of exuberance, strength, vitality, and of physical power, yet instilled with a contemplative delicacy which may have ist roots in her formative
years in Japan. Pablo Picasso once said, that it took him a lifetime of work to again learn to paint like a child. It is this simplicity which
today is the glory of Sandy Brown's works.