Our Story

Forged in the woods of Muskoka and polished in the ateliers of Toronto, my work lives at the intersection of raw instinct and intentional artistry. I was raised by trees, shaped by city streets, and mentored by a sage ceramicist who was close to Warhol in the ’70s — the kind of woman you only meet once in a lifetime, and never by accident.

It wasn’t until I walked all 800 kilometres of the Camino de Santiago — blistered, broke, and sunburned — that I met the man who changed everything: a jet-setting, Milanese aesthete, with eyes like espresso and a wardrobe like a Cucinelli capsule. He taught me how to see. Not just beauty, but discernment. Restraint. Elevation. I never saw materials the same way again.

Back home, I took my first ceramic class at the sage's studio. I didn’t know what to expect. What I found was a steep learning curve, deep humility, and a drive to understand. "Why did this happen in the kiln? Which element makes that colour?" The more I learned, the less I knew.

Today, I work primarily in porcelain — a material that demands patience, precision, and reverence. I combine traditional hand-forming with glaze alchemy and metal-smithing to create work that feels quietly powerful, undeniably human, and straight from Source.

Nothing is rushed. Nothing is outsourced. Everything begins with intention and ends with refinement.

Every. Thing. Matters.