Somewhere, in some time before, the mountains whispered, the desert sand illuminated the wind, and the stars asked if I wanted a fire.
Not always are our moments of realizations pleasant, nor are they ever meant to be terrible. But in pain we can come alive, and in pain we are given sight, choice, and determination. Creation is fueled. Dreams gift you with visions of unexplainable, beautiful, detailed, disturbing things, and we have the ability to turn our dreams into tangible expression. Art, to me, is interpretive life… an expressionist work of what we go through, what we see, what we feel, what we want. This is what I want. To take my heart and let the blood overflow into artistry.
I grew up in the desert southwest. Mountains behind the house, a river in front, coyote howls at night, radiating mirages, desert bonfires, sandstone cliffs, and a wardrobe consisting of primarily bathing suits. The desert is unlike any place I’ve ever been. She feels like an ancient, copper painted canvas that has threaded through her design a mystery, and when looked upon, can be felt at the center of your body, radiating wisdom out to your edges. She challenges our senses and asks us to intently listen. She is still, yet stormy and infinitely detailed. She is raw, yet poised. She is dark, yet familiar, vast and expansive yet contained. She is old, yet far more vivacious than we, and she easily communicates her desires.
My work is inspired by my relationship with her, and the ways she holds us. Rooted as a land before time, and guiding us into the future. Raw, rough, delicate and fierce, elegant, feminine, and screaming, the jewelry I create speaks the duality that we all hold in us. Each piece is made with components of solid and soft energies, and begins as a dream or vision of what the person who it is meant for is asking.
“The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist even in pain.” -Lord Byron