I have been toying with the idea of creating a space of my own for quite a few years now. A place to add my goals, dreams, accomplishments. Finally, here we go.

“The world has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none live who remember it. “

My journey began May 2015. I visited Charleston, South Carolina for vacation and fell in love with the southern state. The southern drawl, beaches, and sunlight, simply put natural beauty of it all entranced me. I would spend nights laying on the beaches and days discovering hidden gems and ionic places. When I returned to New York, to my friends, family and job, I insisted that I was moving there that October. Likely story, they remarked. Of course you are. Wink Wink. I said nothing else about it until early September when I gave my job and landlord a one month notice.  I had taken a legal and seemingly permanent separation from college, from New York, from everything and I was supremely stoked!

Everyone told me I was making a huge mistake and would be back. I was warned about racism, about hate, about the shootings at the Emanuel Methodist Episcopal Church, about going with naught but a small savings. Ignoring them, I packed my Mini Cooper and drove 12 hours non-stop (save for gas) until I reached on October 19^th, 2015.

My time in Charleston, was some of the most challenging, physically demanding, potentially emotionally crippling moments of my life and I loved every moment of it. No family, no friends, no job, no structure. Squirrels kept me up at night by scratching on the attic floor directly above the room I was staying in, my savings dwindling, and then my legs were covered in tiny bites, bumps from an unknown source.

With no one to rely on, I turned inward and found beauty in moments. I would take day trip to state parks, get lost downtown Charleston, and explore hidden beaches. Using physical maps, I would examine the general vicinity I would visit and determine the best way to go there, how to avoid traffic, and how to increase the amount of activities I did. Lists were constructed of places to go, foodies to try and I would interweave them.

On one such hidden beach (which I shall not name) I was entranced by the view. In the distance, was the Cooper River Bridge. Protruding through wispy clouds stood the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge (Cooper Bridge). It was gorgeous. Although faint in the distance, I stared on, mesmerized how something so beautiful could be created and function so well.

Every single time I drove on the Cooper River Bridge, I felt as though I was floating in the clouds and anything was possible. Every single time, a renewed sense of wonder washed over me and I too wanted to create something. To build something that would awe and inspire. If this was what peace was, I would never leave the South.

I started simple, documenting my memories via scrapbook. I started oil painting. Soon I was buying popsicles sticks and began building my first popsicle stick house. 

(Sed popsicle house would not survive the drive back to NY). I was finding my voice.

An overdue sense of will power, of motivation and of drive barreled into me February 2017.  In July 2017, I bet farewell to
South Carolina, bought a Calculus review book and moved back to NY with a singular goal. To become an Industrial Engineer.  Mission accomplished.  

Throughout all of this, my passion for creation grew. I began wood burning, creating resin sculptures and table tops, glass painting, spray painting, origami, painting with acrylics,  oils, and pastels, drawing. 

However, it was not until August of 2021 that I found my passion. Aerials. This is the primary motivator for this site. To capture my progress and share with you what I’ve accomplished. Simply put, I adore Aerials. For me, this is life. 

My thoughts for you:
Look for things that inspire you. That resonates with your core self. That fill you with wonder and life. And when you find this bit of magic, never abandon it, for it is here we find ourselves.