I like to say that I inherited the art of sewing. Threads and fabric ran through my childhood—woven by family members who stitched not just for necessity, but for a living, and still do today. I grew up surrounded by the hum of sewing machines, the soft scatter of fabric, and the quiet rhythm of making. At nine years old, I learned to sew so I could create clothes for my Barbies, not knowing then that I was also stitching myself into a much older story.
After the birth of my second child, I returned to sewing, reconnecting with my roots through handmade accessories and small quilts. Over time, I discovered my truest expression in improvisational textiles—a space where play, intuition, and memory come together. I believe every fragment of fabric carries its own history, and when pieced together, has the chance to bloom into new stories. My collages are an invitation to see fabric not just as material, but as memory, poetry, and possibility.