Rough Sketches

&

Scraps that mean a lot to me

It starts with a scribble...

and suddenly you're emotionally attached to a ring you just made up

Sketching is like feeding hummingbirds...

you stay still, stay open and hope the idea hovers close enough to land

Each sketch feels like planting a rosebud...

you never know how it will bloom, but you trust that it will be beautiful