I am an artist, Wayfinder, and writer whose life has been shaped by thresholds, by land, and by long seasons of listening.
My work did not arrive through a straight path. It emerged through lived experience, through moments when familiar structures fell away and I was asked to learn from what remained in the dark. Creativity became a way of staying close to myself and to the Earth during times of change, uncertainty, and grief.
I am drawn to what is essential rather than polished. To instinct over performance. To the intelligence of the natural world and the ways it teaches through sensation, rhythm, and relationship rather than instruction. Much of my work lives at the meeting point of story, color, and the body’s knowing.
Through words, paint, and one-to-one presence, I create spaces of return. Not to fix or improve, but to remember. To help people come back into contact with their own inner compass, creative pulse, and untamed sense of truth.
I'm Claire.
welcome
simplicity
presence
authenticity
pieces of my compass
Remember the sky that you were
born under.
— Joy Harjo
I have learned, through living and letting go, how to trust what unfolds slowly.
Much of my life has been shaped in the twilight spaces where certainty dissolves, where familiar paths disappear, and where attention becomes the only true compass. In those places, wisdom did not arrive as answers, but as sensation, image, and story. As something felt first in the body, then understood later, if at all.
My work is rooted in this way of knowing. In the understanding that our lives are not always chosen, but revealed. That meaning often moves sideways. That grief, beauty, disorientation, and wonder are not opposites, but traveling companions.
The spaces I create hold both starlight and shadow. The wild joy of remembering, and the courage it takes to release what no longer fits. They are places where deep time loosens its grip, the noise recedes, and the living world becomes a mirror again.
If you feel drawn to the longer story — the lived thresholds, detours, and initiations that shaped my personal North Stars — it lives on it's own altar, waiting patiently for when you’re ready to pour a cup of tea and turn the page.
tracking Life & lions
my north stars
