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…

What the Dandelions Knew Some pieces reveal themselves while I am making them. Others seem to know something before I do. This was one of those pieces. When I created it, I thought I was making something bright: a yellow dandelion with a smiling face, two seed heads beside it, a butterfly overhead, a tiny…

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…