I’m strange. And yes, I’m aware.

Like, build-a-sculpture-at-2AM-just-because strange.

Like, pocket-rusty-nails-from-a-jobsite-because-they’ll-look-cool-in-a-project strange.

Like, have-your-best-friend-hold-your-tatas-in-place-while-you-contort-for-the-perfect-reference-photo strange.

I have zero formal training in art. No fancy degrees. No “I found myself in Florence” backstory. Just a persistent need to make things and the kind of hyper-independence my therapist definitely has notes on.

I picked up welding about nine years ago. Took a couple painting classes two years back. Jewelry? That started when I scavenged some scrap wood from an ex-boyfriend’s install at a job here in downtown Phoenix. (Thanks, I guess?)

Everything I make is rooted in impulse, instinct, and the occasional accidental bruise.

This isn’t mass production—it’s personal.

I hope you enjoy what you see or in the least buy it so I can build something else.

-xoxo Hannah Erin