I work with recycled and found vintage papers encased beneath a layer of beeswax. I gravitate toward soft, muted colors — warmed and stained by time. Repetitive patterns and primitive marks carved and scraped into the surface of the wax speak to the imperfections of the human hand and the vulnerability of materiality.  

I see my practice as a meditation on transience, transformation, and the beauty of imperfection. An embrace of what is — as it is.