Thrown into my clay, across many forms, is the torrent of my life’s experiences — the tragic and the magic — interpreted as only an autodidact can.

The story reveals itself through my heart and hands, as form and decoration grow into freedom and balance, united.

Above all, I love to share concentrated movement and mindfulness through line, shape and purpose. In a slow, single breath, I form my vision listening for the now, to create for the future, and to disarm with honesty.