Ari Shore

For over a decade, I taught art in classrooms filled with creative chaos and possibility, guiding students through color, form, texture, and the quiet magic of making. Eventually, my path is shifting toward clinical counseling, where I am exploring healing not just through art, but through deep listening, reflection, and care. Now, in this season of life, I find myself as a homeschooling mother, want to be runner, and a forever maker, navigating lessons, snack breaks, and the steady hum of daily life, while still carving out sacred time to return to my own creative center.

At my table (often literally crowded), you’ll find metalwork alongside oil paintings, handwoven textiles draped next to stained glass, natural materials waiting to be transformed, and (so many) half-finished projects sharing space with everyday living. I’ve never fit neatly into a single box, not as a maker, not as a teacher, not as a mother, and I’m learning that maybe that’s the point. This is a space of integration: a home for all my practices, from fine art to functional craft.