I use my sense of touch before making a decision about an object—It provides information to the muscles and guides my perception. I like creating textures and surfaces that draws out the natural instinct we have as humans to reach out and touch something we find interesting. I want to disrupt the idea that art cannot be held or touched. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going into a museum tomorrow and touching all the paintings…I would likely be arrested. What I’m saying is there is this unspoken stigma that art is scary. And if you breathe too heavy around it’s going to break.

There is something romantic about having handmade items at the dinner table. Food brings people together, sometimes the most unlikely of people. And to add a personal touch by placing said food into a handmade bowl? That person’s experience just got a little more special. Growing up I was lucky enough to have parents that cared and had mandatory dinners every week night at 6. Did I love it at the time? No, no I did not. But I have learned to appreciate those dinners now. Looking back, the dinner table is where we celebrated achievements, mourned losses, laughed at each other’s mistakes, helped each other through those mistakes, created confrontation, and often enough screamed at each other. But even when we were the most mad at each other and went to our rooms and closed the doors….we eventually got hungry. So the kitchen was always a meeting place whether we liked it or not.

In synopsis, I am inspired by food and a well used dining table. Together they create important moments, big and small, happy and sad. But those moments shape us and in life every moment counts.