Growing up in Texas, I never saw leaves turn color or fall. I didn’t know that moment of transition. But when I encountered it, I was drawn to its quiet revelation, like the leaf saying, “Let me show you who I really am.” I used that as a foundation for my own work. I modeled wax into leaf-like forms, scratching them to make linear textures, traces of movement—remnants of the wind. These forms were cast in brass and silver. Ones side of each piece was polished to a glass-like sheen, which contrasted the opposing textured side. This duality led me to explore ideas of femininity, the interplay between surface and depth. Pearls, both cultured and plastic, karat gold, and plated finishes became part of the material language—sometimes it’s about the look, sometimes it’s about the impression we leave behind.