About Me

I joke that I was possessed by a spirit who was a sculptor in their past life.

But maybe it’s not a joke, the way I was suddenly inspired to do pottery despite having no experience. I’d daydream about things I wanted to create on my commute to work (and during work), writing my thoughts on scraps of paper to be saved for later. 

It’s either possession, or an eruption of creativity that exploded from my brain when I got on antidepressants.

I started taking classes, first at Mass Art and then at Mudflat. Somewhere along that, I quit my job, started bartending part time instead. (It was too stressful. I was too tired, too lost, too unfulfilled.) 

Maybe it doesn’t matter how I got here, but just that I want to share with you all of the little creative thoughts in my head.

I love experimenting with clay, to push the shapes it can take on, to push away from conventional. To try new ideas and forms, to figure things out, to adapt ideas into new ones when things don’t work the way I think they will.

I love moody glazes and earthy colors, the natural textures and patterns that come from the glaze itself and its interaction with the clay body. How a recess in a pot can force the glaze to pool, or a hard edge can force the glaze to break. How you never really know what you’re going to get until it’s out of the kiln.

I love functional work, transforming the mundane into a tiny, personal art exhibit. How something as simple as a cup of coffee, a bowl of yogurt, a home for a plant, can become a platform for expression, joy, art.

I love art. 

Art is what makes us human. And I feel human again.