Studio Notes
Reflections and stories that shape my art.
A Memory of a River
A memory of late‑night boat rides on the Piankatank River, where moonlight scattered across still water and time seemed to pause.
Shadowbloom and the Wrong Rings
A beginner’s mistake with oversized rings became the structure I didn’t know I was searching for. Shadowbloom — and later Black Ice — grew out of that moment when improvisation turned into language.
The Light in Silver Forest
The first necklace where the light I was chasing became visible to someone else.
Where It All Started
The first bracelet I ever made, and the moment my hands recognized the work before I did.
When a Piece Says “Leave Me Be”
The moment a bracelet asked to stay whole, and the lesson that followed.
A Small Crab’s Salute
A saluting crab on my desk sparked a deeper look at how my work has been changing.