One thing about Sunja Park,
she started making ceramics 24 years ago as a foil to her graphic design day job "baby-sitting rock stars." It was the perfect antidote to hours of intently moving pixels back and forth on a computer screen: unconditionally analog; visceral, physical, democratic.
She lives with her husband and son in suburban Pasadena. Sometimes she throws large, complicated, multi-part, high-fired stoneware in her backyard, where an unexplained vortex transports her to somewhere between 1968 and 1974. Her neighbors have no idea what's going on back there.