Judith describes her art with the following words:
My hands are my tools. My fingers and my palms are roughened yet delicate from years of shaping clay, nurturing shape and form from the rawness of the earth. Some of my earliest memories are of my father taking me to the hills that surrounded the town of my birth to excavate the rich terracotta of the Sierras Chicas near Cordoba, Argentina. As a family we would prepare the clay, and begin to spin the wheel in the light of the morning. All my memories lead back to this.
My work is natural and sincere. I have learned about form from nothingness, shape from shapelessness, light from darkness, and intangible inspiration from the natural world. Night and day exist in my pieces as mother earth’s elemental clay rotates within. It is this clay that feeds my soul, fires the kiln within my mind, and moves my hands.
Yet, as life is change, today I find myself here in Orlando, Florida, still spinning my wheel, but no longer able to dig for my clay. The early teachings of my father and his vast body of knowledge he passed on to me from an artisan tradition developed in Southern Europe still lives within me, but they have evolved. My indigenous ancestors have found life in my hands again. Patterns and memories from a deep space in my consciousness have worked their way through my hands to generate new forms and expression.