The artist
Art without rules.
Resin pours, dot work, mosaics, mixed media — whatever the day calls for.
How it started
I didn't set out to be an artist. I set out to stay sane. Somewhere between retirement and a pile of supplies I wasn't sure what to do with, I started making things — and I couldn't stop.
Some days that means dotting a canvas for hours. Some days it means dotting a frog. I work in resin, in tile, in broken plates, in whatever material is interesting me that week. I'm building toward furniture — resin tables, mosaic surfaces — but honestly, I follow the work wherever it wants to go.
None of it fits neatly into a category, and I've stopped trying to make it. If it's made by hand and it makes me feel something, it belongs here.
The process
Resin is my anchor right now — the way color moves through it, the way it captures light, the way no two pours are ever the same. But I'm always pulling in other materials: tile, glass, found objects, paint, texture.
Mosaics are next. I've been collecting broken plates and tiles for a while now, and there's something about taking something broken and making it into something whole that feels exactly right.
"I make what I feel like making. That's the whole plan."
— Uba LaRue