I’ve been exploring the stories held by hands. Hands are living landscapes of the lives we lead— muscled, wrinkled and shaped by the way we use them. They are also symbles of power by  which we can quite literally move mountains. By tracing and molding their forms, I’m working through the quiet strength and layered narratives our bodies carry through our hands.

This piece approximates the shape of a female body, battered by planes and boxed in by grim headlines from a single day's news. On 12/29/25, the front page of the NYT overflowed with negative news from around the world; here, those words are etched into clay, stacked along the curves of her form.

Yet within, warm, carved spaces offer refuge—a sanctuary against the outside. In the soft, bright interior of the womb, there is protection from the weight of darkness. Here, she is sheltered, tender, untouchable.