I was born in the Connecticut River Valley of Massachusetts, running through the woods before I knew what it meant to belong anywhere — learning the land with my body, wild and unguarded, listening before I had language. That early intimacy with place shaped how I move through the world.
Childhood years on the Atlantic coast of Isle of Palms gave me a lasting awareness of tides and thresholds — of edges, crossings, and the pull of what lies just beyond.
In 1988, I lived briefly in Orono, Maine. Even then, the state left its mark on me — a place of quiet kindness, resilience, and space to breathe. Maine stayed in my heart long after I moved on.
In 1991, I traveled west and made my home in Portland, Oregon for thirty years. There, in a climate of rain and moss, I learned the slow discipline of making: repetition, patience, and the quiet power of craft practiced over time. A short interlude on Orcas Island offered solitude and salt air — a pause between chapters.
In 2022, I returned to Maine and settled in a rural, wooded landscape shaped by granite, forest, and long winters. Flying Moose Alchemy grew from this return — a practice rooted in lived geography, personal myth, and transformation through handwork and intention.
Each piece I create is made as a talisman rather than an ornament. My work is informed by weather, memory, and care. This is not decorative magic. It is about presence, protection, and objects that carry weight.
Flying Moose Alchemy lives at the intersection of craft and ritual — grounded, weather-earned, and made for those who feel most at home near the edge of the woods.