Every moment, we can choose to give love and beauty to the world. We can offer comfort and compassion. Give a stranger a smile. Offer a friend an arm. Hug a spouse, a child, a sister. Say “I love you.”
But despite our intentions, we fall into other stories. Work stress, traffic, that driver who cut you off. Misunderstandings and curt words. World conflict, disasters, illness, loss.
So we surround ourselves with objects that bring us back to our intentions. Artwork, gifts, or a pine cone from the yard – we imbue our surroundings with our hopes and invest them with our purpose. When we see these reminders, we come back to what we value most.
I choose to create sculpture to remind us of our beautiful moments. Like a kiss that changed your life. Holding a pet who rescued you. Resting inside a hug when your heart is breaking. Or taking a silent breath that centers your soul.
I choose to create sculpture that invites us to be beautiful. Every time you look at my artwork, or touch it, or carry it from room to room, you’re reminding yourself of the bonds that bring you joy. You’re centered. You’re connected. You remember your intentions for giving love and beauty to the world.
And remembering, you see your own beauty reflected back at you.
I choose to create sculpture to remind you that the world is more beautiful because of you. Keep being the beauty.
who started sculpting clay animals and mud pies in a sultry backyard full of hickory nuts, June bugs, and unicorns (my unicorn was named Petunia). Or maybe as an English major with sensible hair, who forgot about unicorns to hunt big-city corporate dreams that didn’t look a lot like dreams when I caught them.
Or perhaps you just know me as a mildly eccentric sculptor who finally decided to find and embrace splendid things. I remembered unicorns, and how to add a little more beauty to the world. I returned to the elation (and gut-churning anxiety) of casting my art into public. And then delighting in the uncontained smile of recipients, the smile that radiates joy like a hug full of puppies.
I sculpt to inspire that smile.
that make our lives shine, whether it's within couples, between friends, or with our furry companions. I find brilliance in the little gestures – the tilt of a head or the position of a hand – that whisper unmistakably of love. My greatest delight comes when collectors laugh in recognition and wonder, “That’s just like us! And we’re beautiful.”
If we’ve met, you know I revel in touching my surroundings to sense texture. I’ve been known to shop for sweaters with my hands, hunting blindly for the perfect nubbiness, weight, and drape. This fondness has resulted in some very ugly sweaters in my life, but they make me quite pleasant to hug.
HydroStone's satin surface and solid weight satisfy my urge for a deliciously touchable sculpture. Light plays across its velvety surface, and your hands cradle its delectable weight (don't just take my word for it - see what others say).
I also relish the smooth suppleness of polymer clay and the gritty pleasure of ceramics. Creating artwork to be held also quiets my inner child, who complains that too much art comes with “Don’t Touch!” warnings.
that my sculpture now lives in more than 13 countries across 4 continents. Wherever you live, I want my artwork to bring you comfort, connection, and reminders that you - and the world you're building - are beautiful and full of love.
I enjoy trying to foxtrot and railing against historically inaccurate fiction, although rarely at the same time
I married my junior-high sweetheart, but only after making him wait 29 years (worth the wait)
I get entirely too sentimental about weddings, TV shows about lost pets, and the wild bunnies living in my backyard
I'm sometimes driven to fits of hiking, but am more often found contemplating the middle distance with a glass of something shaken or stirred
I can make a perfect pound cake, sing an aria mostly in key, and calculate the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow, but I can never fold a fitted sheet