Since childhood, making things with my hands made sense. It was something I understood and it did not matter whether it was hung on a wall or placed on a pedestal. Seeing objects made by others was something I related to. When encountering artifacts from cultures old and new, time becomes irrelevant and I experience the thread of continuity. Through my work I see myself in the world and it enables me to connect with it.

I went to art school and initially focused on painting and printmaking. I threw pots and by chance started to work with wood on the lathe. I found working with wood grounding, allowing the lathe to frame my subject matter. It is an intimate experience exploring the possibilities that a piece of wood can present during the subtractive nature of the shaping process. Wood was once a tree, once alive. One day what I make with it, is what will remain of me. It is that sense of being part of a shared human experience, the need to make things with my hands that compels me to create.