Welcome home

I stumbled into pottery during a phase of immense grief, finding in clay a way to let my hands speak words my mouth couldn't. I attended a small studio's "Create Your Own Pipe" class and made a small blueberry pie to smoke out of. After losing my mom suddenly, I started attending more and more classes, hand-building at home and attending more classes, realizing that these creatures and forms I was sculpting were manifestations of my emotions come to life. The wheel became the next step on my journey, and while I deeply love that tool, I still find myself drawn to hand building and its intimacy with the clay body. 

After my original studio instructor moved on, I found a new studio with other inspired instructors who have allowed and encouraged me to chase all my ceramic whims and harebrained ideas. My craft isn't just about turning a pot on the wheel—it's about creating space for my mind to wander, with each new piece bearing a small part of my journey.

I’m still discovering what speaks to me, but I’ve found a deep well of love for functional, simple pieces that pay homage to the potters of Appalachia and the earth they come from. Sometimes, that function is to drink a delightful beverage, while other times, it’s to chuckle.

Thanks for visiting. Each pot here is a piece of my path, a form of expression where I've found solace and strength. I hope they make you feel at home, wherever you are.