The sculpture cracked in the fire. Two fragments held their shape. What’s left tells its own story.

A fragile piece that held together—just enough. What cracked on the surface stayed whole inside.

Made through failure, pushed past its limits. A sculpture shaped by trial, and by what held through it.

After 25 years of making art, I stepped back. This is not a conclusion, but a pause—one shaped by truth, struggle, and what no longer felt sustainable.

Made years after leaving a Pentecostal school in Louisiana. These were the beliefs I had to unlearn.

A small selection of my sculptures is available in Tala, Cyprus. If you’re nearby, it’s worth seeing them in person.

First painted during a period of disconnection. Over time, it’s become something quieter—a kind of self-portrait.

I’ve stepped away from social media. This is why—and what I hope to hold on to instead.

My final painting commission. A sibling portrait—and a quiet end to a long chapter.

An interview with De Kleine K about my recent ceramic work. Written in Dutch by Elisabeth Eyl.

A moment between endings and beginnings. A dried lotus pod, a hand, and the question of which direction to take next.

A self-portrait from a time before self-awareness—eyes shut, wounds visible. It marks the moment I learned to see.

A portrait of my friend Corine, left unfinished. She always searched for light. This is how I remember her.

Two final portraits—one of my husband, one of myself. A quiet attempt to paint the moment before thought.

A farewell to oil painting after decades of work. Letting go opened a door—to sculpture, and to something freer.