These little delicate pieces that I carve to perch from their larger companions feel sometimes like an embodiment of the small precious pieces of ourselves or others, we keep tucked in, protected from the brutal hurts of the world. It’s a hard
I’m incredibly flattered and honored to have had a wonderful local writer want to tell my story. Can’t believe it! You can find it in the summer issue of Saratoga Today / Simply Saratoga, and I’ll link it here. Big thanks to Wendy a
“The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.” Words of Rachel Carson ♥︎
Carry Your Open Heart, 2. Already reserved. It is so wonderful when a piece resonates with someone and finds its home.
Magic places. ✨⛰️
A little rough, a little smooth, a little carved, a little grooved. Like all of us. Hold tight to your heart. Carry, 12. Red cedar driftwood and old field wire.
How to feel both big and small.
I have come to think that part of the beauty of driftwood is the tension between its flaws and its form. Those of us who love it see the majesty in it. Like scars, wrinkles, calluses on hands. It’s a story of a journey. It’s a grace. A ba
Spring, Stones & Sun.
Still here. Still carving. Still makin sawdust. Will have a few new ones listed soon. ♥︎
March moods of freezes and thaws.
In the madness, I turn to trees. They save me every time.
These days you’ll find me seeking the light.
New work, same questions.
Shipping has been bonkers. I know it’s crazy busy, and as someone who relies on the mail service and loves their small town post office, I’m not hating. But I’ve had a few parcels lately take 8 days and three states to get somewhere