I make things that bring me joy.

When people look at my hand-sculpted ceramic pieces, they often see the natural world—the undulating ruffles of wild kale, the drift of kelp. But what I am actually sculpting is movement. To me, movement represents surrender: the wisdom of trees that dance with the wind, and waves that flow with the tide, never against it.

For years, I lived in a world of performance and perfection as an events producer, exhausted from shaping other people's visions and living in a constant clench. When I was diagnosed with cancer, it was the universe gently shaking me by the shoulders; reminding me to stop living too tightly and make room for absolute joy.

Clay became my continuous path of healing, teaching me to retrain my brain, let go of that tight grip, and embrace life fully alongside illness. Stepping away from the noise of my old career allowed me to step into presence, creativity, and the grace given by Spirit.

Today, I no longer live my life in a rush. I create purely for the absolute pleasure of it. Splitting my time between the dynamic streets of San Francisco and the effortless warmth of Healdsburg, where I share my life with Patrick, my husband of over twenty years, and our beloved dogs, Lucy and Pepper. I live with profound gratitude for my body, my community, and the quiet wonder of how clay taught me to stop fighting the current and finally learn to flow.