I am feral, ambrosial, strange.
I am the honey drenched Maker, the wild Seeker, close with Mother Nature, the haunted Huntress, the sacred Gatherer, the magic Forager, the enchanted Mystic, the vagabond Wanderer.
I am an oracle talisman inscribed with healing and transformation.
I come from my placental ancestors, I do not walk alone.
as a Maker, i am ultimately captivated by a raw and feminine aesthetic, the embedded memory of objects, items lost or abandoned, discovered and rescued, and the weathered and imperfect nature of second hand finds. faded vintage textiles, wooden chipped paint pieces, broken jeweled embellishments, found and salvaged, all turn me on and become re-used and re-purposed in my work. I observe my environment, constantly Make, and jot down spontaneous busts of patched together design ideas, sketches and love notes, for myself and others. i marvel at and relate to the hidden, forgotten, damaged, orphaned and dispirited bits and reclaim them to be sewn, bound, and layered within my work and myself. I am basically a terribly creative person who is supposed to be Making at all times. i believe that the practice and act of Making is a catalyst for Mending and personal growth. in my gossamer world, excavation, transformation and the fingerprint of the Maker are honored and celebrated, perfection and exactness merely dull and boring. some days i feel like i am all smoke and mirrors, waging an internal battle with the disquieting voices that seek to pop up and chime in, but most days I kneel and kiss the ground in infinite gratitude for my life’s path, the painful and the beautiful twists and turns it’s taken to deliver me here today. i wish for my work to move elegantly between DIY culture and outsider/folk art while simultaneously transporting the values of my Make-to-Mend practice. i am strongly inclined toward travel, spaciousness, adventure, alignment, exploration, acceptance, music of all kinds especially live or on the turntable, relaxation, dark chocolate, vintage clothing, wise woman herbalism, dancing, doll making, the sea, champagne, flea markets, sewing, making, paper mache, shamanic painting, writing, horseback riding, movies, yoga, hot springs, swamps, and my lush, savage gardens.
I believe in the conscious creatives, the cosmic muse, and the expansive divine feminine.
i am a sister-keeper, i Make-to-Mend, and i sell Smashing Rubbish.
a list off odd and random topics I love to think about, talk about and consider: juxtaposition, wildness, contrast, nature, paradox, gardening, intuition, association, traveling, metaphor, retreating, symbolism, instinct, food, Big Sur, allusion, music, innuendo, sewing, mystery, Making, eccentricity, feelings, shamanic tools, oddity, vintage junk and hunting for it, peculiarity, movies, quirkiness, books, strangeness, New Orleans, weirdness, my hobby of collecting hobbies, unconventionality, freedom, bizarreness, herbs, impulsiveness, bird language, obscurity, and all the other ideas, experiences and places I am inclined toward.
who I love, live for and serve because I can deeply identify: makers, artists, crafters, seekers, survivors, thrivers, advocates, esoterics, witnesses, activists, misfits, witches, conscious creatives, herbalists, free thinkers, introverts, rebels, folklorists, highly-sensitives, revolutionaries, rule followers, nonconformists, occultists, pagans, beatniks, story tellers, heathens, elders, recovering perfectionists, bohemians, lovers, dissenters, eccentrics, agitators, introverts, provocateurs, hippies, musicians, radicals, sparkplugs, wave-makers, die-hards, poets, subversives, champions, movers, shakers, loud mouths, wanderers, demagogues, hellions, rogues, punks, smart alecks, wise asses, deep listeners, the wise, nomads, the quiet, hobos, the demure, vegabonds and gentle spirit badass mother fuckers.