Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
— Charlotte Bronte
Kayaking in Halibut Cove, 2015

Kayaking in Halibut Cove, 2015

I am an Alaskan. 

Though this vast state has been the catalyst for many transformations in my life, it does not mark the beginning. I was led here hesitant but now with over a decade spent in this adoptive home, I admit that the beauty and isolation of Alaska has irreversibly saturated my identity.

I received my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Alaska Fairbanks in 2016 with an emphasis in ceramics and drawing. I took the academic slow road that incorporated such adult themes as travel, marriage, mortgage, quarterly-life crisis and gainful employment.

I have a passion for truth, peanut butter and deep breathing, (having lived without each of them for a time,) as well as a sincere lack of patience for arrogance, tasteless health food and reckless driving, (having always been in their presence, it seems.) I strive for simplicity, but tend to overly complicate everything in pursuit of it. 

I like to make.

I like to obsess, though I prefer to think of it as just loving really hard. 

I like to hide a little bit more than I like to be found.

I like to miss buses that I'm expected to take and linger in quiet spaces.

I like cheese. 

I partake in a few outdoorsy Alaskan pastimes, but you'd just as soon find me curled up on the couch with an epic sci-fi novel. 

Most importantly, this life and the marks made by it are all about grace. My life is simultaneously carved into and out of real grace, an element that can only be given by those who have received it, infinite and singly-sourced by the one who knows all of us, mind to marrow.