Born by the sea in Monterey, CA. Kaylin grew up convinced she was a mermaid or some sort of fae creature and that suspicion has yet to be swayed. Preferring the company of flora and fauna, she has spent a considerable amount of time happily curled up in old tree roots, running her hands over moss, and chatting with whatever creature happens to wander by.
From a young age she absorbed the way the people around her moved through the world in their own creative way - Her grandfather who could make anything grow and taught her how to calm bees to collect honey. Her grandmother who would let her crawl into her lap to untangle piles of yarn and work the knitting needles just so to make the wooliest of hats. Her aunts that covered such an extensive range to include decorative tole painting, bobbin lace, historical pottery, and basket weaving. Her father the storyteller, would regularly tuck her in at night with tales of a magical cloud that could whisk her off to anywhere she asked. To her mother who taught her old folk ballads on her guitar while thunderstorms rolled in from the north.
As she grew, she found herself drifting towards anything that sparked her interest - she joined a youth art collective in her late teens, became a deckhand on a whale watching boat, volunteered as a marine study assistant (regularly getting her boots stuck in the mud of the slough), traveled to England to get an Associate of Theology Degree she’s still not quite sure what to do with, was a barista at countless cafes, and then an after-school art teacher for kindergarten though 5th grade students - to name a few things.
But it was around 2008 that she began to feel a siren song drawing her north towards Portland, OR. She had visited and was delighted by the array of artisans and makers and knew she just had to get there. And in 2010, she did just that. She signed up for a beginner pottery class at the Oregon College of Arts and Crafts and was hooked. She was gifted a wheel and has been muddy ever since.
Kaylin can be found flitting around with a too-large bag stuffed with sketchbooks, a current yarn project, receipts for art supplies she probably doesn’t need, and a handful of pretty rocks and acorn caps. She is currently dwelling in a little grove of trees in SW Washington with her partner, two children, and a potato with legs she calls Pogo.
