I’ve made a home by the seashore. I walk in all seasons at the wrack line, a high tide band marked by crispy seaweed where the ocean has crafted a place to discover its offerings of delicate seashells, tumbled glass, stray buoys, and bleached driftwood. Each object holding a story waiting to be told, much like my crafted leather pieces.

At my bench the practice is like the waves, refining the shape and smoothing out the rough edges to their essential form. Each piece has it’s own individual character and I leave them as offerings so their story may continue with you