My Story

I wasn’t encouraged to learn about myself or the world around me when I was young. When I left home, I was an adult who was really a child. It took me longer than most to find meaningful, personal direction.

I finished my psych degree in the mid 90’s and found ceramics circuitously through an art group I ran at a mental health outpatient day program in Moonie Ponds. After a number of years of distress with work in the welfare sector, I left my job and went to tafe to learn about clay. I remember being mesmerised by the motion of the wheel….

At the point where people around me were consolidating their place in the home and workforce, I started again. Concurrently, the housing crisis in Melbourne made it increasingly difficult to find stable accommodation and my mental health declined sharply, leading to pervasive feelings of alienation and unsafety.

Making things out of clay brought me groundedness, facination and joy. I rediscovered the freedom, excitement and pure happiness I lost during my childhood. In my late twenties, I learned how to play, have fun and create just for the sake of playing, having fun and creating.

I use materials I can source from the forests around my home because nature teaches me that time heals and things change. I'm interested in urushi kintsugi because the craft reminds me that mistakes and complex histories deepen our capacity for insight and compassion.

My experiences have taught me that there is beauty in the weathered, uneven, transient and unfinished. Flaws are meaningful, normal and harbour memory.

I’d like to share my journey with the offering of simple and imperfect handmade decor to incorporate into your daily routine. After all, art and life should always be a part of one another!