I moved to Seattle over ten years ago and have been wandering the Pacific Northwest coast ever since. The beaches here breathe with the tides, exposing starfish, anemones, barnacles, occasional octopuses, and countless beautiful wet pebbles when they inhale, and covering all that teeming life with a blanket of water when they exhale. The Pacific coast butts up to the very end of the world. Waves crash onto the shore with abandon, effortlessly tossing around big rocks and giant tree limbs until they‘re ready to deposit them on higher ground, where lucky beachcombers like me can touch them and imagine the life they had before they ended up in our hands.

I strive to understand each of these precious objects and work with them to highlight what makes them unique and beautiful. Enormous pressure and cataclysmic explosions create smooth, hard surfaces. Ceaseless friction results in sensuous curves. These processes take place over vast swaths of time that dwarf our fleeting existence on this earth. The objects on this site are meant to be admired, touched, caressed, and played with. Our interaction with them will add another tiny chapter to their already unfathomable story.