While living in downtown Charleston,

seemingly luminous and oftentimes

lofty states of mind

evoked my artistry.

Before so,

I had fallen into what resembled a standstill

in which creativity and wonder had ceased.

At moments like this,

I find it apt to immerse myself in what pleases the soul

as well as sparks the unimagined

– a rejuvenation of the mind and body -

that is which ephermeral and visceral.

Drawn to their raw beauty,

awestruck at the mere intricacy displayed in their unique

shapes and bewildering designs,

I was inspired by their profound individuality.

I have come to view sea shells as sacred creations of this earth,

here to inspire and remind us of what is and what was.

Reassuring objects,

they radiate stability and patience in the gentleness of

stillness.

My work with sea shells

is to illuminate their features and through doing so,

I have developed an unforeseen admiration for them.

I feel as though each sea shell has a story to tell

- and this,

cultivates sheer compassion in me.

Mystified by this very influence,

these inanimate objects have seemingly captured my affection

and spawned my passion for unifying art with nature.

Utilizing driftwood,

hemp,

and sea shells

of Charleston’s very own shorelines,

I weave mobiles that have proven to ignite awe and wonder in

their observers.

To inspire and motivate is what resonates with my soul

and thus is the - motif - behind it's craft.