Somewhere within me is a persistent, constant urge to make. It’s been that way since I was a little kid. It’s changed over the years of course, as my access to materials, my skill, and my passions have shifted and grown as I’ve aged. I make because I need to make. 

I’ve always felt more connected to three-dimensional media; Something about physically altering the work has always felt more real than drawing or painting in two dimensions. I work primarily in ceramic and fiber, and enjoy creating objects for both beauty and functionality. I hand-build tiny, intricate adornments with clay, and use them to embellish works of fabric and string and thread. When making, I tend to gravitate toward materials that have textures I am comfortable with the feel of. Being an autistic with sensory issues, there are some things I avoid, like cheap chiffon or gritty clay. My process has formed to accommodate my sensory needs, and my work reflects that. 

I enjoy creating work that ties in other senses, with satisfying sounds when the piece is moved and visually stimulating patterns and designs. For one wall piece, I quilted a background and dyed it using acid dyes, appliqued rabbits and stars that I felted from sheep’s wool, and attached bells I created from brass. For my ceramic works, I prefer functional pieces with fun glaze colors. I utilize colors that bring me joy, bright pinks and softer blues, and I illustrate designs on my vessels with underglaze and underglaze pencil. I make pieces that I enjoy making and enjoy using or viewing afterwards.