I grew up exploring and imagining. I turned over rocks and collected bugs, marveled at the detail in moss and tree bark and tiny wildflowers, and sat under the bending, gnarled plum tree in the summertime and gazed up at its branches to find myself in another world.
I have been drawing and making art out of things for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until the past few years that I turned my attention to cultivating the gifts invested in me. Now I am spilling my art into life.
Folk music. Hospitality. Home-decorating. Warm red and golden-yellow and ivy-green. Nights around the flickering fireplace with friends on the couch and sprawled on the rag-rug, drinking tea , talking, singing, and planning for the future. These are the things that make me happy.
I have a vision to change the world through home, song, and excellent craftsmanship. I have a passion for cultivating relationships, the family culture, and reforming the arts. I sing while I work, I go barefoot, and I wear an apron and get flour on my nose.
I’m an artist.