2022 was what I call my “anus horribilis” — my “horrible year.”

There are times when life comes crumbling down around you. Where the only thing left standing seems to be the stone walls. The parts people see. . .

Strong and tall, thistles rise up from dusty trailsides lifting their deep amethyst petals toward azure blue skies. They defy the heat and hostility of summer. . .

I created this collection as a nod to those stormy moments that turn your world upside down. When you find yourself so deep you can’t orient yourself.