when i was two i discovered art. a purple crayon, nubby, broken in two places, paper torn past the pu, could not be forced from my small fist. i practiced scribbles from 9-11 in the morning, broke for mr. rogers, and then i put five more hours in.
i waited a long time for my first flip-top box of 64 crayola crayons with the sharpener built right into the box but i always had sketch pads and some kind of drawing tool as far back as i can remember. growing up, i participated in group art lessons at the toledo museum of art, enrolled in every high school art class i could and earned a college degree in art therapy from the university of evansville.
i've been designing tailored, artisanal invitations and creative objects for over 10 years now and i still have a squeal-with-glee, jump-up-and-down, clap-my-hands kind of passion for decorative papers, scotch transparent tape, midori ribbon, pilot g-2s, rubber stamps, gel medium, cutter bee scissors, eyelets and brads, glass beads, embroidery thread, metal rulers with cork backing, upholstery fabric and ephemera.
i absolutely love to spread the entire lot out on my art table and just stare—eye candy at its best!
what makes me most giddy with delight, though, is carefully selecting the perfect combination of these materials that, when manipulated with authentic handcrafted artistry, will yield an entirely tailored design, able to remain at the end of the day a singular standout.