Some paths are long, winding, and hard-fought, but we didn't just survive the distance; we built the hearth, tended the fire, and brought the artist home.

My entire studio practice is a living record of a life fully lived, fiercely claimed, and deeply rooted in land, memory, and material. That little girl in the photograph always knew she was an artist, and refusing to leave her behind is the truest foundation of this work. It’s an intentional choice to honor the origins of the practice, the persistence of the body, and the unapologetic truth of becoming.

Below is the formal architecture of that resilience: a professional record of exhibitions, education, and studio practice rooted in slowness, material autonomy, and uncompromising care.