I work with what’s been left behind — found objects, fragments, forgotten jewelry — shaping them with clay into layered reflections of memory, loss, and meaning. Rooted in my work as a therapist, my art holds space for grief — the quiet ache, the fractured beauty, the pain we carry and the tenderness it calls forth. Each piece is a small act of repair — a conversation between past and present, between sorrow and resilience, between pain and beauty. This is art as healing. This is how I honor what hurts. This is how I make meaning of what remains. And how I invite others into their own becoming — with grief at the center, not as a burden, but as a sacred part of the journey.