Faded memories from childhood come to life from a small block of clay. We were out of control children playing dress up in fox stoles, striped stockings and hidden soldier’s uniforms discovered in the attic.

Each  of my sculptures, designs and illustrations have a story to tell. All of my artwork is one of a kind and hand built from clay or sketched and painted in oil paint. A lot of my newer work is mixed media and you may see drawing, painting and embroidery adorning the surfaces.

I have always known I wanted to be an artist or a designer. Making art is in my bones. Nature has always inspired me. My childhood was spent wandering the forest and fields surrounding our home in northern New York. Long summer days were spent foraging for berries and wild flowers and in the winter there were snow shoes and ice skates on the pond out behind the barn. All of the time dreaming and pretending.

There were no neighborhood children on our rural farm, just my siblings, livestock and the wildlife surrounding our home. All of this coupled with  fairy tales and legends.

No matter how old you get, try to never lose the fantasy worlds  and dreams you once held as a child.