Collection: Terra-cotta

I knew the moment I had my son, my life demanded better of me.  One of the biggest moves in my life was stepping into a new place with just my son and I. When I was sifting through our things, my son was waddling around as babies do, and he grabbed for one of our many plants. It fell into scattered pieces on the floor. It was a terra-cotta pot that I had painted black. As I saw the pieces laying there, I had no anger or frustration; just calm. I lifted my son and begun narrating my movements as I swept, picked up the broken pieces and gave the plant a new home. I explain to him how its okay to make mistakes, we just pick up the pieces and move forward, it was in this moment I realized that I needed to give my own self some grace. I needed to look at the pieces of my life and celebrate how far I've come in all of it. As a woman and a mother, its easy to be critical of ourselves as we give our every ounce of energy and love to those around us. Its easy to allow the world to dictate our worth and our capacity for growth. This collection is my resistance to that energy, the world cannot define the capacity I contain for life, love and abundance. The weight I take from others shoulders and nurture with my very being is not only valuable but it is priceless.