Hi There

I came to clay while studying prerequisites for a nursing program, planning to join the family business. My mother is a nurse. My sister, my aunts, my cousins…nursing runs deep. With a degree in psychology and years working in healthcare and reentry programs, and the obsession with midwifery sparked by birthing my mini, it made sense.

But clay had other plans.

While preparing for a master’s in nursing program, my ceramics professor received a call for an artist to manage a ceramics-based program for a community mental health center. Armed with a few semesters in clay, I welcomed psychologists, social workers and case managers along with their clients to work with clay as part of their becoming. I had no idea that introducing others to clay would introduce me to myself. It offered a quiet language, a new rhythm. It changed everything.

Now, I create pieces that honor ritual, resilience, rest and JOY. My ceramics are shaped by memory, by the soft weight of gourds, calabashes, and sea-washed shells. I’m deeply inspired by the African diaspora, Adire textiles too beautiful to cut, by my great-grandmother’s hands in the garden that look a lot like my hands in clay, by the waves I crave at the beach, and by quiet time swimming, where the only person to beat is the one you were before.