John Richard Lloyd
Though I’ve long lived in California, New Mexico still hums in my bones. I was born and raised there — as were my parents and my maternal grandmother. That land, layered with Pueblo ruins, Spanish devotion, and the grit of frontier myth, is unlike any place on Earth.
I’ve always been haunted — in the best way — by the Anasazi ruins that peppered my childhood hikes. Those broken pottery shards weren’t just debris. They were echoes. They had secrets. And something in me wanted to piece them together.
“Born of fire, memory, and the sacred mess of being human.”
Artistic Vision
I believe there is a trickster in all of us. We are each a shard — a fragment of something greater. And within us lie opposing forces that must be reckoned with, reconciled, respected. It is this ongoing dialogue — the sacred and the absurd, the broken and the beautiful — that I strive to give voice to in clay.
I want to show this visual dialogue. These broken pottery shards that somehow — impossibly — fit together. An unbalanced balance. A fractured wholeness. A body of work that holds space for contradiction, memory, and meaning.
“Each piece whispers a secret, laughs at the void, and stitches memory back together.”
