About Constance

My name is Constance, and I am a 44-year-old ceramic artist, a mother, and a healthcare professional. For as long as I can remember, art has been a part of my life—a quiet, consistent source of joy and self-expression. Even while building a 15-year career as a Respiratory Therapist, I always found time to sketch, paint, or create something with my hands. Art was my escape, my balance in a world that often felt hectic and demanding.

Then came the COVID-19 pandemic. Working on the frontlines was unlike anything I could have imagined. The long hours, the fear, the grief—it was overwhelming. Like so many of my colleagues, I carried the weight of those experiences, and in the aftermath, I found myself struggling with PTSD. It was a dark and uncertain time in my life, but it was also when I rediscovered pottery.

I had dabbled in ceramics before, but this time was different. Sitting at the wheel, shaping clay, I felt something shift. The rhythmic motion, the feel of the earth in my hands—it grounded me in a way nothing else could. Pottery became more than a hobby; it became my therapy. Through clay, I could express the emotions I couldn’t put into words. The pieces I created reflected my journey: some fragile and raw, others strong and full of hope.

Today, ceramics is not just my passion but a vital part of who I am. It’s a way to share my story and connect with others who may also be seeking healing. My work is inspired by resilience, transformation, and the beauty of imperfection—reminders that even in life’s most difficult moments, there is still room for growth and grace.

Looking back, I see how art has always been there for me, a steady companion through every chapter of my life. Now, I embrace it fully, grateful for the chance to turn pain into something beautiful and meaningful.