Memoirs from the Atelier

Leopold is the embodiment of old-world sophistication with a daring twist. Draped in black matte glory, he stands proud and unapologetically bold, a beacon of light and luxury. His presence commands attention, blending aristocratic elegance with a hint of rebellious charm.

A kiss carved from history, painted in passion. Born from reclaimed pallets and shaped with care, she turns forgotten wood into a bold whisper of desire. Two lips, dripping in red, daring your walls to flirt back.

A bloom born from light and longing, captured in resin’s eternal embrace.

Oh Greta the Glam, with a curl so divine, She wiggles, she wobbles, she laughs at the line! Not straight, not stiff, not boring or bland— She’s the sassiest tree in all Whoville land.

In the heart of Albania, wool becomes more than fiber—it becomes heritage. One workshop, one artisan, and a craft that carries centuries of tradition. This is the story of Drita.

A fragrance is more than a scent—it’s a story. In this workshop, I learned to craft a perfume that feels like a memory bottled, a journey captured in notes of earth, bloom, and air.

Step into a world of fragrant evergreens, rustic charm, and creative joy. This wreath workshop isn’t just about crafting—it’s about slowing down, savoring the season, and leaving with a piece of nature that feels like home.

Guided by a Métis Elder beneath the whispering pines, basketry is more than craft—it’s a bridge between generations. Each coil of my pine needle basket carries a story of resilience, heritage, and the quiet beauty of knowledge shared from heart to hand.

Aurora is a handcrafted ode to warmth and ritual—pine cones, citrus, and garden herbs woven into elegant fire starters for nights under the northern lights. Later, they become your secret weapon for bug-free spring evenings, blending beauty with purpose in every flicker of flame.

This stained glass bird feeder isn’t just a vessel for seeds — it’s a sanctuary of light. Born from a love of wildlife and the quiet rituals of Northern BC, it transforms feeding into something sacred. Each pane catches the sun like a jewel, turning an ordinary moment into a shimmering spectacle of color and life.

A grenade disguised as art. Fado Vadio is fragile in its detail yet detonates with emotion — a mural that doesn’t just hang, it hits.

Delphine reminded me that creation doesn’t need permission. That beauty can be bold, rooted, and unapologetically strange. She was my first muse in the North — and she still whispers to me when the studio is quiet.