I started carving when my husband and I decided to enthrone the Sacred Heart in our home…and I couldn’t find an image I liked. I loved carving with clay in high school art class, and was drawn to go back to it.

That was the same year my son Theo died, after just five days of life. As I worked to find the Sacred Heart in the clay beneath my fingers, my son also appeared in the clay, at Christ’s feet. I couldn’t keep from forming him there. That’s when I started to understand the beauty of “modern” art: art that is a fruit of our age, art that is wonderfully influenced by the struggles and triumphs that come with this particular time in history.

We can no more reproduce ancient art than we can erect a new Chartres Cathedral. Nor would the art of latter days be a perfect balm for the heart of modern man. I have striven in my work to bridge the divide between the treasury of medieval Catholic art and our modern sensibilities. I have aimed to draw upon symbolism as old as the catacombs while producing images that appeal to Catholics in the 21st century.

I hope my work serves as a window to the Divine for those who look upon it. I hope that as my work finds its way into your homes, it acts as fodder for an ever greater love of God and His saints.