My Studio
Welcome to my studio catalogue. I have created an easy to access list of my favorite, most used items in my studio.
Rotorua and the Living Landscape
Traveling to Rotorua feels different the moment you arrive.
There is a softness in the air, even with the scent of sulfur drifting through town. Steam rises from the ground in unexpected places. Near the lake. Along sidewalks. Beyond fences where the earth quietly simmers.
You notice how close everything feels. Water, forest, geothermal valleys. The redwoods stand tall and steady, while nearby the land bubbles and releases heat from far below. It is a place shaped by forces you cannot see, yet constantly sense.
Mornings arrive with mist hanging low over Lake Rotorua. By afternoon, light catches the steam and turns it luminous. The pace slows without asking you to. You walk more. You look down at the ground more often.
Rotorua is not polished in the way some destinations try to be. It is active. Alive. Layered with history, with Māori culture woven into daily life, not set apart from it.
You leave aware of the earth beneath you. Of how landscapes shape memory long after the trip is over.
Wai-O-Tapu: Sacred Waters
At Wai-O-Tapu Thermal Wonderland, the ground does not sit still.
Steam rises in slow breaths from the earth.
Mineral pools hold colors that feel almost imagined, soft greens, rusted orange, cloudy blue. The air carries the scent of sulfur, sharp but honest. It reminds you that this landscape is active, alive beneath your feet.
Along the thermal track, the path winds past craters and shifting water. The Champagne Pool rests wide and luminous, its edge traced in bright mineral deposits. Nearby, mud pools fold and release in small bursts, as if the land is thinking out loud.
It is not a place of still surfaces.
Everything here moves, even when it looks calm.
Walking through Wai-o-tapu, you begin to notice how the lines of steam and mineral deposits echo patterns you might later recognize in abstraction. Shapes formed slowly. Colors pulled from deep below. A map written by heat and time rather than roads.
You leave with the sense that the earth has been quietly at work long before you arrived, and will continue long after you’ve gone.
Te Puia and the Living Tradition of Māori Arts
At Te Puia, the land speaks in steam and water.
The valley opens with rising mist and the steady presence of Pōhutu Geyser, sending columns of water into the air at its own rhythm. Mud pools turn slowly. The earth shifts and breathes beneath wooden walkways.
But Te Puia holds more than geothermal ground. Within the New Zealand Māori Arts and Crafts Institute, carving and weaving continue in steady hands. Patterns passed down are shaped again in timber and fiber. Each line carries memory. Each surface shows patience.
There is movement here in many forms. Water rising from deep below. Chisels tracing grain. Voices lifted in song during cultural performance.
You walk through heat and history at the same time. The landscape and the people remain closely tied, each shaping the other across generations.
Sweet Savannah: A Candy-Colored Love Letter
Inspired by the candy-colored world of River Street Sweets, Sweet Savannah transforms Savannah's iconic map into a vibrant celebration of memory, place, and wonder. From winding waterways and historic streets to the aroma of freshly made pralines, this artwork tells the story of a city that captured my heart during a magical first visit at sixteen years old.