"If you wish your children to think deep thoughts, to know the holiest emotions, take them to the woods and hills, and give them the freedom of the meadows; the hills purify those who walk upon them."
If I were able to trace the path of my brain on any one day it would look like jacked up maze. Like the trajectory of a ping-pong ball whacked as hard as possible in a rubber room.
One moment I'm making a lunch for my daughter and taking her to school, the next I'm trying to find an image to share on Instagram and to say something meaningful and engaging about it. Then I'm designing a logo for someone, an hour later I've got to stop because a stockist is coming by to pick out some new things for their shop, and then I'm polishing a ring, and on to pick my child up from school.
It's a chaotic mess. And even though it sounds like a very fragmented and crazy path, it still comes back and forms a complete circle. My life is in constant juxtaposition and I love it. Well... someday's it is love-hate, and I cry in frustration, other days I'm on cloud 9.
This collection is about my relationship with this fragmentation - how it looks, how it feels, and what anchors me and steers me home.
It's the city I live in and the woods that surround me. It's the water around us, and the patterns in the sidewalk. It's the shape the buildings take when you look up on the downtown city street. It's the rush of the wind in the trees in the woods. The lapping of the water on the rocky beaches and the sound of the rain on metal. It's the daily grind of my family, and the comfort in our patterns.