Bio Ms. Cederstrom, a full time artist and ceramics instructor, created the original mask mold for the Hospice Mask Project and produced more than 500 blank ceramic masks for the project. Born in Rhode Island, she lived in Maine, New York, and England before coming to the San Francisco Bay Area. Her work has been exhibited in England, Italy, Hawaii, and in numerous shows and galleries in the United States. She views her ceramic work as a compilation derived from observation of the natural world and of a variety of human cultures. She says, "My job as an artist and teacher is to learn to see, to see the patterns that connect. The discovery of the connectedness of life gives me a sense of wonder and hope." Reflection Change. Transformation. Growth. I remember how it felt the first time. That is, the first move after I had become aware of my own identity. I was four. The move was wrenching. I left my best friend – for the first time. Since then, I have averaged over three moves every five years of my life. It does get easier in some ways. When I from attachments I know enough to live in the moment. I also know that the feelings do not go away. The faces, the voices, and the ideas ply in my everyday life – as if I am sampling – I feel the touch on my shoulder, feel the warm breath in my ear of a lover long gone. Sometimes at the darndest times. What triggers these memories? I don’t know. They are part of my being. Sometimes I feel as if I have quietly waded into a river and been caught in an instant by the full current. I feel I am hurtling downstream, destination unknown. I focus my energy into my core. Breathe. Enjoy the stream. I am alert for snags and rocks. Life changed in an instant. Just as suddenly a quiet sand bar may appear. This time I am not even moving. I will be home seven nights a week instead of three or four. No commute! I am changing jobs, leaving friends and students and a place where I have lived and worked longer than anywhere else in my life. Again, I am stepping off into the swirling waters of the unknown. Again, I will reinvent myself. However, the core of me remains – it just grows a little bigger, a little brighter as the circle of the people I love expands.