One of my mom's favorite ways to get me to settle down as a child was to engage in arts and crafts together. She taught me how to hold a crayon, my grandfather taught me how to color in the lines, and my dad did his best to remind me that life and art should be a reflection of an individual - no matter how messy.

After spending most of my grade school education avoiding school work by doodling, I applied to and was accepted into a Fine Arts college under the assumption that the painting or illustration department would be my wheelhouse. I hated working with clay, I genuinely enjoyed cleaning the art room sink more in highschool - but the caliber of work coming out of the ceramics department was more engaging and visually interesting than the work of any other department on campus so I jumped into a world of mud. It wasn't serendipity, just foolhardy flying by the seat of my pants.

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I'm a slipcaster by trade and I work from prototypes I first throw on the wheel and then take a mold of. By limiting myself to a series of forms I have more headspace to explore the interaction of form, surface treatment, and function.

I currently work with a glaze pairing that satisfies my desire for the work to evolve on it's own without being an exact representation of my mark making.

My claybody is a porcelain fired to cone 6 in oxidation.