My work.

It all begins with the beauty found in nature.

I’ve always been artistic, but had never really considered myself an artist. Being artistic demanded nothing of me, and if I produced the occasional piece I liked, I could show it to friends or give it away if I wanted. But being an artist begs the question: “What do you make?”

The answer came both slowly—over a lifetime—and quickly—within a few months of deciding I would claim the title “Artist”.

(Georgia O’Keefe said that you get whatever accomplishment you’re willing to declare.)

I’d taken a mosaics class, and had played around with various materials—ceramics, marble, smalti, filato—but nothing really grabbed me fully. Then one day, I wanted to create something new, but didn’t have any substrate (the base layer of a mosaic) to use at my house, and when I went outside to water the garden, I noticed a pile of extra flagstones that had been siting in a pile under a large tree for a few years after we put in a pathway. And I wondered what it would look like to use one of them as a substrate. The rest, as they say, is…well, you know.