I find beauty in worn out things. There is memory there, old and learned things that whisper if you still yourself enough to hear. I find promise in something as simple as a snipet of string or a scribble on a scrap of paper. I take my inspiration from all that I find around me, from unexpected places as well as from those things that are as familiar to me as breath.
I am a tree-hugging, faerie lover who, as my brother would tell it, ate too many crayons as a child. A collector of pencils, rocks and ribbons who considers it a personal challenge to see how many different ways I can draw a smile.