I love to make things. But I’ve had this little identity crisis in my artistic career…am I an artisan? A creator? A fine artist? An illustrator?
In the end, does it really matter?
For now, I’m settling on this: I am a maker who celebrates loveliness with the raw material life has dealt to me. Beauty is often squeezed out of pain, and experience leads to honest truth-telling. When I bring the whole of me into my work, I respond to the invitation to "learn the unforced rhythms of grace."
My hope is that as you look at my work you'll see something lovely that resonates with you and encourages you to explore your own story. Many thanks for stopping by!
