HE LEADETH ME

Thoughts and in-depth preview of my latest work

There is something about learning a new material that strips you of your expertise. You’re no longer the teacher; you’re the student again. You make
mistakes. Things crack. This finish isn’t what you hoped. Still, you return.

That’s where I’ve been meeting the Creator lately, in that fragile space where creative control slips through my fingers and I’m left simply to receive.

As a Catholic artist and educator, I believe beauty is not a luxury. It is a necessity. It forms the soul, reveals God, and speaks where words fall short.
But I’m learning that I can only teach this if I’m willing to live it myself.

And living it means being vulnerable. It means making space for the studio after a long day of teaching. It means reading deeply, praying with art, stepping outside my comfort zone. It means letting the Holy Spirit do new work in me, not just through my hands, but in my heart.

In completing this piece I found myself quietly grateful for the process. For the clay-like texture of the material that reminds – I too am being molded. For the cracks that teach me patience. For the slow and beautiful work of becoming, not just an artist, but a disciple of beauty.

My hope, as an art teacher, is that I never stop learning this way – through the mess, the medium, and the mystery. Because our students don’t just need skilled teachers, they need witnesses —people who are being formed even as they form others.

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