making as
a resting place

Making by hand has always been my first language — a way for my restless, over-responsive mind to find rhythm, focus and ease. In the slow unfolding of fabric, in the steady pull of thread, something inside me settles. These quilts, bags, garments and everyday objects were built from scratch, shaped through patient attention, experiment and tactile learning. Handmade work teaches me what no software ever could: presence, resilience and the pleasure of watching how form emerges stitch by stitch. This space gathers a few of those pieces — early companions in my ongoing practice of making and becoming.