I am an artist working in clay, metal, and illustration. My playfully tender small scale sculptures capture a fleeting sense of childlike wonder. Since I could hold a crayon, I have been scribbling depictions of my home, flowers, and butterflies as a way for me to interpret the environment I exist in. Now as an adult, I’ve continued with many of the same whimsical forms and saturated colors to illustrate my imaginative escape into physical objects.

     

    Making objects can feel magical; made with immense care, my work emphasizes the tenderness of being a maker. Time intensive repetitive acts like carving clay or piercing metal allow me to spend more time with the object; To show care for the object; To show care for my childhood self. My objects embody the feeling of comfort that I only felt as a small child wrapped up in loving arms. Many of my objects are meant to hold, whether it be a box preserving a found treasure, or a rock nested snuggly between wire.

     

    The intimate scale of my work invites the viewer in close, almost as if they have the chance to peek into my open diary. I crave to be understood deeply, and my work is the vehicle that opens me up for the connection. While there are moments of play in my practice, the tactility of making an object by hand is ultimately a healing process that when shared, creates a safe vulnerability with others.