My studio is a kind of a nest – a place that is continuously remade, where at any given time there are uprooted plants drying and wildflowers spilling out of milk-glass vases. There is a sort of serene chaos here that facilitates tactile knowing and gives a home to my ideas and intuitions. In the summer months, my creative space often moves outdoors to my hortus conclusus, a little urban courtyard sanctuary, replete with edible herbs and lush green botanica. These quiet moments spent nurturing the garden, observing and drawing, give me an opportunity to connect with myself and the language of plants, and contemplate natural cycles that infuse the sensibility and intention of my work.