About

My pictures and pottery leave me covered in mud. Whether I'm wading in rivers with my camera, or spinning berry bowls at my wheel, my art is rooted in an unwavering reverence for the human connection with earth and water. 

My heart is loyal to simpler times. Roadside farm stands selling just-picked corn. Maple syrup collected one drop at a time. Pulling carrots from the garden. Porch swings and hopscotch. 

"It's called fishing, not catching," my Dad always said on our walks home from the river. "It's all about patience." My too-big galoshes always flopping against the asphalt, counting the magnolia trees as mile markers. 

I hope to create pieces that feel the same. Comforting and love-filled. Nostalgic and timeless. 

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