The Jar I Could Not Keep Closed This piece began with a song. I had always known Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I knew the blue, the movement, the sky that looks alive and unsettled, the kind of beauty that does not feel calm. But when I made this piece, I was thinking just as much…

There is something about dandelions that has always felt deeply misunderstood. We call them weeds. We pull them from gardens. We overlook them completely. And yet they return, again and again, growing where they aren’t expected to survive. When I created this piece, I don’t think I was consciously thinking about resilience or letting go.…

Behind every piece I create is a story. Sometimes it’s a story about wonder. Sometimes it’s about loss, survival, motherhood, or learning how to keep going when life feels heavy. This blog is a place for the thoughts I can’t always fit into an artwork—the reflections, creative struggles, quiet victories, and vulnerable moments that shape…

The Whale That Carried My World Art has a strange way of telling the truth before we are ready to understand it. For years, I thought this piece was simply a whale carrying a village on its back. I saw the soft blues, the floating clouds, the tiny fish, the glowing windows, and the quiet…