Growing up in an era long before the internet was a household commodity, days were wasted away with creativity. I have always been intrigued by puzzles – the act of taking that otherwise look like nothing, and bringing them together to create something. As such, I have always worked well with my hands. I found it very easy to replicate things and/or put things together.
Over the course of my life, I’ve practiced art in every medium imaginable: leather, wood, ceramics, bookbinding, decoupage, silk screening, drawing, painting, jewelry design, polymer clay, photography, web development, sewing, and crocheting.
I do not have any formal training in any of these mediums. When I take an interest in something, I immerse myself fully into the experience and teach myself as I go. A lot of it is trial and error. I take great pride in everything I create and put in long, meticulous hours to make sure they are up to my standards.
When I became pregnant with my youngest daughter, I was going through a difficult time in my life. I was(and still am) a freelance concert photographer but that work is sporadic and oftentimes, stressful. I came back to crocheting as a form of meditation. The process begins with a loop of yarn and a hook. It is rhythmic and slow paced and requires concentration; medicine for the thoughts and ideas that race through my head at the speed of light.