Nothing makes me feel the way I do when my eye catches something dusty, rusty, or busted and I create a backstory of how it got there and what it has seen. Those forgotten treasures make me gasp the same way others do when they see the Sistine Chapel, or approach an ocean for the first time. It doesn't have to be priceless, or monumental, it can simply be a chipped teacup, and I'll want to weep at its beauty.

Domestic Revival is about completely refusing to acknowledge the constraints of traditional design concepts. Our spaces should reflect who we are and remind us of where we've been, sanctuaries to ourselves and our own comfort. The best naps of your life were on your grandmother's woven-fiber lime green davenport, and what you would give to go back in time and rest like that, in the glow of an Amber blown glass lamp, which illuminated the miniature porcelain vases grandpa brought her back from Korea. You'd stare at the intricate characters, eyes tracing the trail of chintz flowers, lulling you to sleep. My aim is to bring you those bits and pieces of Domestic Art disguised as regular household items, that have as much power to move you as something in the Louvre. Let's revive the cast-away pieces that were made to be beautiful, yet functional, and last forever.