I am an observer of the small details of things often overlooked.

When the obvious is removed, the subtle remains…

The shadow cast by a tree on an open hillside.
The subtle sounds and sensations of standing beneath a willow tree in summer.
The sound of tumbling stones as a wave recedes at the shore.
The scent of redwood trees in the rain.

The joy that fills my heart as I watch my dog running with wild abandon in the woods or at the beach.
The lines and shadows of the leafless winter branches of a tree.

The feel of a well crafted and considered cup in my hand and on my lips.
The stories woven and stitched by the maker’s hand in a piece of fabric embroidery. The

Embodied perception in quiet spaces shapes everything I do. The making of pots, the tending of a garden, sewing, stitching, drawing, repairing and restoring, building and bringing into existence.