About ME

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I grew up thinking I could never be an artist. Art belonged somewhere else, outside of my life—formal, distant, academic yet impractical. Art called, yet it stayed buried under pragmatism for years, until life gave me enough distance—and defiance—to try clay.

I make handbuilt ceramics that straddle the line between the familiar and the otherworldly. I often use the language of pots, bowls, and vases, but the work isn’t about holding water or flowers. It's about holding a feeling, memory, contradiction.

Clay lets me be messy and a little wild; it's a place where contradiction can live without needing to be resolved. I can be tender but rebellious, deliberate but messy, familiar but strange. I love that working with clay is always a collaboration. It listens, remembers, and records touch, and in that way, also keeps me honest.

I want my work to feel a little larger or louder than it looks—to surprise, to move, and to linger in one’s mind. As I move forward, I want to do this better, and remove all doubt of moving the viewer--build bigger, louder, riskier, unapologetically, and joyfully.