Ceramics

Square vase with a succulent planted

“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.” — Louis L’Amour

I grew up going to the farm, I studied biology and worked in biotechs for over 25 years.

At one point I felt I had lost all my creativity, passion, purpose, and identity.

I quit my corporate life, and that’s when I took my first pottery class.

Throughout my work with clay, I reconnected with nature and what matters to me.

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Collecting Memories

CERAMIC PORTFOLIO

Exploring my identity and who I am through ceramic and nature

Collecting Memories

Collecting Memories: Maple leaf

Collecting Memories: To my dad

Collecting Memories: orchid

Collecting Memories: Hydrangea

Collecting Memories: leaf

Collecting Memories: Black Eyed Susan

Collecting Memories: random leaf

Collecting Memories: Dark Autumn

Collecting Memories: A day in NY

Going beyond my comfort zone

Sculptures in Clay

The Beauty is Within.

We see fruit, but don't look for seeds.
We look at a leaf, but not under it.
We value the outside and miss the inside.
Try again! Look inside! — The Beauty is Within. We see fruit, but don't look for seeds. We look at a leaf, but not under it. We value the outside and miss the inside. Try again! Look inside!

Magnolia.

Who said they have to be white? Who said they have to be beautiful?
Who said they have to smell nice?
Who said? — Magnolia. Who said they have to be white? Who said they have to be beautiful? Who said they have to smell nice? Who said?

Mothers.

I had many.
The one who carried me inside is gone. I can't put a face to her.
I was there.
At least I was told... — Mothers. I had many. The one who carried me inside is gone. I can't put a face to her. I was there. At least I was told...

Food for Thought.

This is the one I recognized.
A "conversation piece" as I was told.
A head without a body.
A body without a head. — Food for Thought. This is the one I recognized. A "conversation piece" as I was told. A head without a body. A body without a head.

Tree of life

My life
Growing pains
Colors inside the boring, hard skin
Roots that went beyond the rug
Arms holding loads and loads
And I stand tall — Tree of life My life Growing pains Colors inside the boring, hard skin Roots that went beyond the rug Arms holding loads and loads And I stand tall

Sarita.

She was always wearing red lipstick. She always had something to say.
One day she said goodbye.
Now her star brights up in the sky, in red. — Sarita. She was always wearing red lipstick. She always had something to say. One day she said goodbye. Now her star brights up in the sky, in red.

Menina-moca

She is growing up. Not a girl, not a woman (yet). She is menina-moca.
Her head is full of dreams.
She dresses with the colors of some of her dreams.
Will they ever come true? — Menina-moca She is growing up. Not a girl, not a woman (yet). She is menina-moca. Her head is full of dreams. She dresses with the colors of some of her dreams. Will they ever come true?

Hell

After feeling ignored, dismissed, forgotten and invisible.
Then I looked in the mirror. I do matter.
I found beauty (and peace) after the pain. — Hell After feeling ignored, dismissed, forgotten and invisible. Then I looked in the mirror. I do matter. I found beauty (and peace) after the pain.

Holding the space.

What is "in between"?
Recycled.
Reshaped.
Confused.
Until then, I'll be holding this space for you. — Holding the space. What is "in between"? Recycled. Reshaped. Confused. Until then, I'll be holding this space for you.

Unrestored

Tree or coral reef?
Protect or Restore?
It is hard to look without questioning our choices.
Are there answers? All I know is: “The privilege is invisible to those who have it”. — Unrestored Tree or coral reef? Protect or Restore? It is hard to look without questioning our choices. Are there answers? All I know is: “The privilege is invisible to those who have it”.

Belly button

A story about a food bank inspired me to create this piece.
Hunger is something you can't understand unless you don't have access to food.
A reminder that many have stretched beyond limits we don't know. — Belly button A story about a food bank inspired me to create this piece. Hunger is something you can't understand unless you don't have access to food. A reminder that many have stretched beyond limits we don't know.

Disguised

A walk with my dog led me to the birch bark and my mind started playing with the idea of creating a mask.
Who will be wearing it?
Why hiding?
From fox to ET, it all came to how we show who we really are, or should we not? — Disguised A walk with my dog led me to the birch bark and my mind started playing with the idea of creating a mask. Who will be wearing it? Why hiding? From fox to ET, it all came to how we show who we really are, or should we not?

Upcoming classes

Nature in Ceramics

03/22/2025
Unleash your creativity and discover the art of sgrafitto to decorate the surface of a pottery piece.
Registrations are open and class is offered through Massachusetts Horticultural Society

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Ceramic Garden Ornaments

03/27/2025 and 04/03/2025 (2 days class)
This class will be offered through the Needham Adult Education.
Registrations are open!

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Pressed Flower Painted

04/30/2025 and 05/07/2025 (2 days class)
This class will be offered through the Needham Adult Education.
Registrations are open!

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Fairy Garden & Others

05/14/2025
These classes will happen in 2025 at the Garden by the Elm Bank through Massachusetts Horticulture Society.

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Ceramics Portfolio

Some of my favorite pieces over the years

Brookline

Lua Nova

Fazenda do Paiol

My garden

Grief

Blowing in the wind

Little secrets

The first

Last drink

Pororoca

Hide and seek

Life Explosion (Sold)

Impressions

Little impressions

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