Collection: The Lines That Connected Us Unknowingly

These works began not as a tribute, but as a quiet personal exploration. Through a deeply meditative practice, Teresa found herself drawn to line — pure, deliberate, and instinctive — building intricate compositions that seemed to emerge from somewhere beyond conscious intention.

It was only later that the revelation came. In the rhythmic precision of her own linework, Teresa recognized something achingly familiar — the echo of her belated father's hand. A glass artist from LA, her father created elaborately detailed mirrors, each one a world of interwoven line and form. Teresa had grown up in the presence of these pieces, absorbing their language without knowing it.

She never set out to honor him. And perhaps that is what makes these works so profound. The line was already in her — inherited, dormant, waiting. These paintings are not imitation. They are continuation. A daughter's hand moving in quiet conversation with her father's, across time, across memory, across the space between them.