About Me

My work is shaped by the women in my family.

My grandmother loved well-made clothes. She waited for sales and bought quality pieces that would last. I used to sit in her closet, running my hands over the fabric and noticing the weight and texture. I learned that cloth could hold presence and identity.

Her backyard was designed like a Japanese garden. It was quiet and restrained, mostly green, with deep red Japanese maples. That sense of simplicity and balance stayed with me.

My mother is an artist. When she and my stepfather were running their small electronics shops, she left me stocked with art supplies. I spent those weekends making intricate drawings and coloring them in. Later, she opened an antique store and I was drawn to the textiles. There were handwoven European linens that were heavy and solid and French chairs with worn, torn seats. I loved that they showed their age.

Today, I work with antique and vintage textiles. I’m drawn to things that have been used and survived. Looking back, I see how it's all connected.