INTRODUCTION

PRACTICALLY RAISED  BY  WOLVES ON THE BANKS OF THE WILLAMETTE RIVER.  MY MOTHER WAS A BAREFOOT BOHEMIAN WHO GREW HER OWN VEGETABLES AND STRESSED THE IMPORTANCE OF LOVE.  MY FATHER WAS A MAN WHO STRUGGLED TO IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT FENCES OR RULES BUT ENJOYED BUILDING BOTH FOR HIMSELF.

WHEN I WAS 8, TOGETHER THEY EMBARKED ON REMODELING THEIR HOME. THIS IS WHERE MY EXCITEMENT FOR DESIGN WAS SPARKED. A SMOLDERING EMBER IN THE BACKGROUND OF MY LIFE THAT WOULD SLOWLY COME TO A POINT OF FLAME MANY YEARS AND A FEW CAREERS LATER. 

THROUGH THESE VARIOUS EXPERIENCES; WORKING IN RETAIL MERCHANDISING, FEATURE FILM STORY DEVELOPMENT AND MOST RECENTLY AS A WARDROBE STYLIST, I’VE ACCUMULATED AN UNUSUAL SET OF SKILLS THAT ALLOW ME TO FIND A PRACTICAL PATH FORWARD INTO NARRATIVE DRIVEN SPACES THAT REFLECT THE UNIQUE PEOPLE WHO OCCUPY THEM.

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WHEN THE PANDEMIC HIT,  LIKE EVERYONE,  I HAD A MOMENT TO PAUSE MY WORK.  WHEN I LOOKED AROUND THE MOST CONSISTENT INTEREST OF MINE  HAD BEEN INTERIORS. ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT INTERIORS IS THE FEELING THAT CHANGE BRINGS AND IT WAS TIME FOR A CHANGE.  MY PARTNER AND I BOUGHT OUR FIRST HOUSE, A CRUMBLING ARTS AND CRAFTS HOME IN NORTH PORTLAND AND  I WAS OBSESSED.  I FOUND THOSE EMBERS THAT HAD BEEN SMOLDERING IN THE BACKGROUND HAD NEVER GONE OUT. THEY WERE GROWING INTO FLAMES, AND SO, I DECIDED TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL AT RISD FOR INTERIOR  DESIGN. NOW I AM HERE,  WITH YOU, FANNING THOSE FLAMES AND SHARING THE WARMTH.