Professional clay wizard with kiln-induced trust issues.

I make pots, towers, houses, and occasionally questionable life choices—then fire them to 2,200° and call it growth.

I teach photography like it’s a contact sport, sculpt like I’m racing the void, and run on caffeine, deadlines, and the quiet satisfaction of a glaze doing exactly what it wasn’t supposed to.

Founder of “Behind the Bow Tie,” enemy of boring lessons, and living proof that creativity is just discipline wearing Crocs.

If it cracks, melts, explodes, or accidentally becomes art—I meant to do that.

Follow along or don’t. The kiln’s firing either way.