I have always felt connected to nature, not the mere existence of trees, but the voices of the wind as it breathes. Observing the personification of the world around me, filled with a gentle yet ambitious spirit. In this world I practice to be creative and dreamy, yet not bogged down by the commercial aspect to making art. Every piece I make is a furthering of embracing my personal weirdness, finding what my voice has to say, and allowing it to be expressed.

As a multi dimensional artist the journey of internal growth within myself has become the stripping of a long worn mask, creating a world filled with bold geometric patterns and emotive characters who dance around. From depictions of the spirits that live within trees to the strange birds who have been in my sketchbooks for years.

The question of authenticity is a constant rumble in my thoughts. I have worked to make the creation of art a daily ritual. I want whimsy, imagination, and creation after a life of hiding.  I want my time in the studio to be fun, exploratory and without boundaries, to create fully without shame or embarrassment of what materializes.  I want to emanate joy, but not without the trials of life. The creation of art for me is my way back. Handbuilt and showcasing moments of connection in that a hand is needed to make the art, and a hand is needed to appreciate, its beyond sight, it's the texture and curve of how an object is held.