Artist ∙ Metalsmith
It’s all about the story. Big stories, small stories. Outrageous stories, quiet stories. I’ve always loved a good story.
I remember climbing on my grandfather’s lap and listening to his stories. In his natural storyteller voice he regaled tales from the days of his youth, from the war, and of building the cabin one nail at a time. His words took me back to those days – days of, perhaps, a simpler time.
As I moved into adulthood, it remained all about the story. The story of my days as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Honduras, of gallivanting footloose and fancy free through South America, and teaching on the Navajo Nation. Biking through some of the toughest conditions known to mankind in Pakistan with a man I had barely met – and then marrying him a few months later. Exploring back roads and little known pyramids in Egypt. Digging through junk piles in the bazaars of Africa. The stories piled up one on top of another.
And so, it should come as no surprise that stories permeate my art.
The necklace made from an antique horse ornament I found hiding at the bottom of a big pile of junk in an Ethiopian market.
The beaded piece that evokes memories of swirling waters from the 2004 Asian tsunami.
The desert flowers I painstakingly created while stuck in our tent on rainy days as we pedaled from Alaska to Argentina.
It’s all about the story.
And the story continues in my art today.
Now, my focus is on retelling stories from bygone days. Reviving books from centuries long ago, and passing on the images to art lovers today. Utilizing leftovers from the jewelry trade of decades ago to create unique wearable art for this century.
My art is all about the story – and I’d love to tell you those stories. Gather ’round, my children, for the tale is about to begin…