My name is Evan - yep! Just like the guy's name.

🎨My journey started when my husband joined the Marine Corps after we had been married for 6 years. Joining at the “old” age of 26 meant he had maturity that the younger men did not, and it also meant we took a huge pay cut as a family. Seeing a need and knowing I could easily find a niche, I began using my industrial vinyl plotter to make vinyl stencils on glass. Using our last bit of spare money, I took a leap and purchased a sandblast cabinet to begin etching glassware. Within a year, I made as much as my husband did as a Corporal, and I knew we would make it.

🎨After parting ways from the Marine Corps and moving home to Texas, I purchased my first very inexpensive laser, hoping it would help improve my production speed. At the time, I hated how the laser looked, chipping away at the glassware, and my orders were stacking up. I became quite burnt out taking custom orders and creating things other people wanted. This is when I decided to step away from glassware and dive into learning what all my laser could do, but this is also when I joined the workforce again to try and help provide for my family.

🎨After several years, I left a great job in the IT banking world to stay home with my two sons in 2022. Taking this leap was huge for our family and still allows me to manage the time stresses my family had, coordinating all the chaos a little better. I have grown as an artist through the years, kids, and laser upgrades.

🎨I create because I was not made to sit still. Wood, glass, metal, clay, digital - it doesn’t matter. I choose mediums that are as stubborn as I am because at the end of the day, they refuse perfection and can still be beautiful. Handmade, often flawed, and sometimes a little chaotic, making is how I allow my brain to express. I am far too ADHD to stick to any one medium and often will mix them together looking for the beauty to form a cohesive piece. I’m now creating the pieces I personally FEEL, rather than custom orders.

Bottom line?

I create because therapy is expensive, whiskey is fleeting, and making stuff keeps letting this momma cuss a lot.