Johanna Hansen

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. I’d like my work to be described as a cross between Hallmark and Keinholz, since that feels like about where I’ve landed.