ABOUT
raised in the wind-worn borderlands of colorado, I grew up in the dust — behind the wheel of a tractor, beneath a sky too wide to tame. I learned to love the stillness of rural life, the pull of hard work, and the slow, deliberate pace of things made by hand.
years later, brooklyn called. and I listened. for over a decade, I lived in bushwick, soaking in the grit, the art, the loud beauty of a city always moving. it shaped me — refined my eye, sharpened my voice.
now, I work in clay. I build each piece by hand in a small denver studio, guided by music, memory, and mood. the work is quiet, but the pieces speak — of prairie and pavement, of rope and shadow, of contrast, tension, and the sacred everyday.
each collection is released in limited seasonal drops. no piece will be made twice. because nothing about this life should be.
this is for the ones who light candles at dusk. who drink slow.
who make space for silence — even when the world won’t.
welcome to Clayy Cowboyy.
