I’ve never been sure what I wanted to be — and I think that’s the point.

I’ve never felt lost, just in motion. I’m learning that growth and creativity don’t follow a straight line. Every detour — every drift — becomes part of my story.

Two small rowboats, one painted orange and white and the other white and pink, are moored to a wooden dock on calm water. Boothbay Harbor, ME

Rusty horseshoe hanging on a wire on a wooden wall of a shed with a coiled black cable, an open book, and various tools inside.

I’ve been a lot of things in my professional life — and I’ve always had a lot of questions. That curiosity has kept me moving, opening new doors and opportunities along the way.

My creative life has been much the same. From picking up a camera and falling in love with photography, to finding inspiration in line drawings and sketches that make me want to fill notebooks with doodles.

Lately, metalsmithing has captured my attention. I’ve always loved jewelry — the shine, the weight, the way a single piece can shift how you feel. It’s both adornment and armor, a small way to become someone new or more yourself.

I hope what you find here feels like a small reminder to slow down, to make, and to drift toward what you love.